Chicken Cottage

I have a secret I don’t want to tell. Have you ever had sex with someone you thought would be a dud, but turned out to be a stud (or whatever is the femme equiv)?
Chicken Cottage — in general — is the last place you want to go if you want a nice, healthy meal.
The bulk of the menu is fried mains, served with french fries and colas. If you want to be on Jerry Springer or fight Sumos, this is where you train.
Pretty much all the locations are stark, uninviting, formica cubes of experience indifference. And 98% of the menu is terrible fast food.
But they offer a broiled chicken. Not fried. Not battered. Just chicken that’s been slow cooked.
And it’s awesome. Well seasoned, juicy and has some Peri Peri zing on top. Plus when you order, they heat it up on a flame grill, then wrap it up with lemons and chiles. Succulent.
Grab this and go because the dining area is blah. But when you get home, this is the best food sex you’ll have all month.