RFC

It’s 4 am.
I am fast asleep.
The house phone rings.
I nearly have a heart attack.
My drunk girlfriend is the caller.
She needs to lower her volume. I cannot tell whether she is arguing with me, asking for my help or perhaps has accidentally butt dialed me.
Then I hear the words that every man wants to hear.
«Do you want some chicken bringing home?»
What a wonderful woman.
Yes, I do want some chicken bringing home.
I don’t care if I ran 5 miles earlier.
I don’t care if I can’t out-​train a bad diet.
It is 4 am and chicken is a divine treat for this time of morning.
So I ask for a chicken wrap. But don’t worry about the fries or drink. I am trying to eat better.
She brings me home chicken, chips and a can of Coke.
Then, she takes a bite of a chicken wing and falls asleep mid-​chew.
So I eat her chicken too.
I eat it all. Because it’s 4 am and it’s the weekend.
You will probably never eat at RFC at any other time than 4 am, on a weekend.
The chicken is ok. Often it’s a bit dry.
The chicken wraps are my favorite. I like the mayonnaise here. It’s hot and gooey. They don’t really put any salad in the wrap though, just a few scraps of sorry-​for-​itself lettuce.
The little RFC bags will sometimes come with sachets of salt, a toothpick, a lemon hand wipe and a serviette.
I finish off the chips, freshen my face with the hand wipe and tuck myself into bed.

Ah, RFC.
It’s one of those places where I swear I will never go again each time I eat there, but every single time after a night out, where do I end up???
I can’t say that I’ve ever eaten there sober, but my god when you’ve had a few too many and you want some food to soften the blow of a potential hangover in the morning, RFC is the place to go.
I really do quite like the chicken from there! It’s tasty and my other half always asks me to take him some home after I’ve been on a night out so it can’t be THAT bad can it?
There are far worse places to eat in Brighton that’s one thing for sure, and I know that in all my times of going to RFC it has never made me ill.

Open until 3 AM, this place is close to pubs, clubs, & the bus stop, that most people stop in to satisfy their drunchies (drunk + munchies).
Ordered chicken for the first time in two years. Not sure if slightly inebriated or this chicken was actually really amazing. I don’t know what they do to it, but the skin tastes a million times better than that crap KFC sells. If you’re nice, you can ask them to put ketchup on your chips & chicken for free. Otherwise, pull out your coins to pay 10p for condiments.
They’re always out of cod at night! Their spicy bean burger is pretty good, but their baked beans lack a bit of salt. So, even if you’re a vegetarian, you can still stop by & satisfy your late night munchies/​drunchies. & the best part? It’s pretty cheap.

Oh, RFC. To an American, the name is hysterical. Then again, the number of fried chicken restaurants in England is hysterical as well — from RFC to Florida Fried Chicken in Manchester. (Florida doesn’t even do fried chicken!)
A typical Brighton night consists of shots, dancing to cheesy music at Oceana, and queueing outside RFC for one of their famous grease-​boxes while on the way to the bus. How many times, I can’t even recall.
You haven’t lived until you’ve done this, and you can’t possibly claim to be from Brighton if you haven’t partaken in this life-​altering experience — I don’t care how old you are. As Joseph J. below put it — «RFC is a Brighton institution.» Amen.

After a night of going out in Brighton, this is the place to be to get your late night fast food fix. Delicious fried goodness and great price.

This place does look like your going to be spending a good old stint in the food poison ward having your stomach pumped but it is in fact really good! The chicken burgers taste a lot better than most of the well known chains and the cheesy chips are great.
It can get a little fruity outside late at night with drunk people and there is a cab rank near by so do watch out for flying chips thrown by impatient morons.

Maybe things just taste better when you’re very hungry and very inebriated. RFC’s is in a grand location. You’re waiting for the bus, and you see it’s not coming for another 10 minutes. You’re hungry, you turn around, and there’s a place where you can get a quick, late night meal — maybe a burger, maybe one with chicken, or maybe just chips. It’s not the healthiest of all the food places in the area, but it is one of the most convenient. And, on certain nights, convenience is far more important than healthiness.

Okay, so I know that this place is a post night out kind of thing… But I just don’t get how this could ever be tempting! Order yourself a late night Pizza, or grab some tasty chips, just don’t I repeat don’t go to RFC! Its in a prime location for people to congregate at due to the placement of Buses and taxi’s, but that’s all it has going for it… Its not like I have ever seen this place in the cold light of a sober day either. I literally had no idea where this place even was until I looked it up on Unilocal.
Some how, the torrents of friends that have lead me to its doors as we stumble beneath our unwieldy legs have managed to convince me that 80’s music is good, and that Doctor Who can actually be quite emotional, but NEVER that RFC would be a good idea at any time of night.
I’m not big on fast food at any time, especially when I’m drunk… But I give this 2* because I know that even on the fast food scale of rating nosh, this doesn’t score well… If you’re heading home from the sea, drop in a Chippy on the way home. They’ll be quicker, tastier and you won’t miss a bus hanging around waiting for your friends.

What can I say? This is one of many somethingorother-​F-​Cs that line our high streets and are often busy as the clubs empty after a night out. I’ve ended up here all too many times, as it’s a favourite of my seemingly fat-​resistant boyfriend.
They do cater for vegetarians with a rather ominous looking veggie burger. And on asking my boyfriend how their chicken rates, he replied ‘well to be honest Tasha chicken is just chicken’. Great. His favourite is Rocky’s on Edward Street though.

RFC is a Brighton institution. If Jamie Oliver had his way, places like this would be closed, but Jamie’s not in charge yet, so rest assured, we will get our chicken!
The perfect place to get your greasy fix after a hard night on the tiles, RFC is a guilty pleasure that many of us have indulged in. Oh you haven’t? Oh you know you have!
There is not a lot to differentiate it from the next fatty food haven, save the chicken, which is the shiz! And of course, the location at the bottom of North Street being near clubs, a taxi rank and night bus stops helps somewhat.
The R is Really
The F is for Fatty
The C is for Chicken
And we love it!