I live about as far north as you can get.
And there's no pans on. Vats yes - pans no. Vats which have been simmering for so long I'm sure life is forming at the bottom.
And everything is fried, even the picked eggs. And the chips come covered in cheese.
It's heaven. Which is where you'll end up if you eat there more than once a year.
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And everything is fried, even the picked eggs. And the chips come covered in cheese.
It's heaven. Which is where you'll end up if you eat there more than once a year.