Ritual:Forced out, they took the streets, staggering en masse towards the lights. Karen fell over and the crowd went wild. ‘C’mon, we’ll go to Jo-Jo’s!’ They zagged the road. Horns punched; bonnets thumped. Reformed chicken, lamb and beef, a world of eats on an illuminated street. [ We’re Open - Hygiene Rating: One Star. ] Grease lined strip-lights zapped an interior of ketchup red and mustard tan. A blackened mop relaxed alongside a bucket of matching fluid. ‘Double cheese burger with chips and a Diet Coke™.’ ‘Go large for 50p?’ ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah.’ Formica™ curled wearily from the countertop, cut deep into its skin [ RICKY ]. Hot chips melted snuggly into a polystyrene tub. Head back, her jaw scaled the tower of bread, flesh and cheese. Sauce ran down her wrist, lettuce clung to her lip. Twas the feast of Saturday night.
Saturday Suite
Ritual:Forced out, they took the streets, staggering en masse towards the lights. Karen fell over and the crowd went wild. ‘C’mon, we’ll go to Jo-Jo’s!’ They zagged the road. Horns punched; bonnets thumped. Reformed chicken, lamb and beef, a world of eats on an illuminated street. [ We’re Open - Hygiene Rating: One Star. ] Grease lined strip-lights zapped an interior of ketchup red and mustard tan. A blackened mop relaxed alongside a bucket of matching fluid. ‘Double cheese burger with chips and a Diet Coke™.’ ‘Go large for 50p?’ ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah.’ Formica™ curled wearily from the countertop, cut deep into its skin [ RICKY ]. Hot chips melted snuggly into a polystyrene tub. Head back, her jaw scaled the tower of bread, flesh and cheese. Sauce ran down her wrist, lettuce clung to her lip. Twas the feast of Saturday night.