I have two chippies equidistant from my front door. One is served by a rather attractive and very smiley Polish woman. The other chipmonger is morbidly obese and no good example of his wares.
Both have similar quality food but inexplicably I prefer to go to the walking heart attack. Something to do with truth in advertising maybe.
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