Fast Food
Friends of mine who worked in curry houses (lots of them in Bradford where I used to be) would recount that the chef in most establishments would pride himself on being able to put a meal on a table within five minutes if so required.

It was known as the "Gunga Din" special, prepared for any pissed up twunts who would abuse the waiter in any racially aggravating manner. It would still pass any H&S inspection, but being comprised of the stringiest offcuts of meat, the mankiest veg in the basket and the most outrageous combination of spices known to man, your memories of eating it the following morning would be vivid, colourful and exceptionally painful.
(TalkbackStuck making obscene phonecalls since, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 13:59, Reply)