tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21339059712424568562024-03-13T01:27:20.027+00:00Meat In A RollCharting Britain's finest eating establishmentsBenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-84633937848275647792009-11-14T12:18:00.000+00:002009-11-14T12:18:00.607+00:00Frial Valencia is the KFC of Bolivia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrandrewmurray/369218505/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/369218505_b97909d68c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>There's so many cliches going on here it's insane. Dusty, worn down shop that Butch Cassisdy and the Sundance Kid probably holed up in at some point, CHICKENS BOXING, no door. I'm surprised they're not actually smoking a cigar whilst punching communists in the face too. MUST EAT HERE.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-88777819244663876472009-11-13T12:14:00.000+00:002009-11-13T12:14:00.174+00:00Coq'hot may have trouble with its branding come international expansion time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stealthtractor/200127176/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SvwTvC5mL2I/AAAAAAAAAO8/rDwofPwGp9E/s400/200127176_1f69f7bfc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403215351890980706" border="0" /></a>Might need a name change. Quite liking the mascots though, which include anthropomorphic chicken with beer belly, chicken in bikini, and largely naked bondage chicken with a chain mail mask on his face.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-23476957848494703422009-11-12T13:34:00.003+00:002009-11-12T13:36:33.895+00:00Man, KFC in Eindhoven is in a cathedral<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SvwPDGeYDII/AAAAAAAAAO0/EGNMMqSVeVQ/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-11-12+at+13.31.27.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SvwPDGeYDII/AAAAAAAAAO0/EGNMMqSVeVQ/s400/Screen+shot+2009-11-12+at+13.31.27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403210198889794690" border="0" /></a>Either that or Dutch Google Maps is just wrong. We can't Street View it to find out owing to those silly little European town roads, although even if we could we probably wouldn't bother.<br /><br />Here's <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps/place?cid=9187761159743275200&q=fried+chicken&hl=en&cad=src:ppiwlink&ei=RA_8SrqkKsi8jAfo5LiIBw">a review</a> of this Gothic branch of the Colonel's finest:<br /><br /><blockquote>"Kentucky Fried Chicken is the leader in fastfood in my opinion, it's meals are way better than McDonalds, which has bad quality of burgers. It's a bit more expensive, but; what you pay is what you get, I prefere the 'Zinger Box'</blockquote><br />'Insightful.'Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-37073326932113587782009-11-03T12:58:00.001+00:002009-11-03T12:58:00.160+00:00The Kebab Kid isn't so strong and tough as Milky Bar sibling<iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=12,18.28,,1,8.28&cbll=51.472218,-0.20284&panoid=&v=1&hl=en&gl=" frameborder="0" height="340" scrolling="no" width="425"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=kebab&sll=50.459624,4.91967&sspn=6.925437,11.557617&ie=UTF8&hq=kebab&hnear=&ll=50.459624,4.91967&spn=6.925437,11.557617&layer=c&cbll=51.472218,-0.20284&panoid=HcZ5zGjCzjDKe3sCcDUpFQ&cbp=12,18.28,,1,8.28" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;">View Larger Map</a></small><br />As his brother Kebab Kid used to be in Milky Bar Kid's entourage, naturally, but then he got hugged the F out by Jeremy Piven, and now he just lazes around in West London all day, dwelling on his 15 minutes of reflected glory.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-42059951160404116562009-11-02T12:12:00.000+00:002009-11-02T22:53:40.570+00:00Pasta Brown, Covent Garden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/Su9i2T7eoQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lR1FMcBFU_o/s1600-h/pasta+brown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/Su9i2T7eoQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lR1FMcBFU_o/s400/pasta+brown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399643163442716930" border="0" /></a>Food, the colour it's not really supposed to be.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-7485816343869965042009-10-27T12:15:00.003+00:002009-10-27T12:26:41.445+00:00Robocop needs fried chickenPrime Directives:<br /><br />1: Serve the public trust<br />2: Protect the innocent<br />3: Uphold the law<br />4: Obtain Fried Chicken by any means necessary<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_AiZKm0Ggc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_AiZKm0Ggc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Even if that means climbing out of the TV <em>Ringu</em>-style, and stealing a fridge.<br /><br />And if you thought that was Robocop's worse example of whoring himself out to advertisers, check out this cup noddle commercial featuring, well, a whole squad of Robocops being trained to, er, eat cup noddles, at the beach.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2tUag07bW8w&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2tUag07bW8w&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-53381006985799803752009-10-26T12:02:00.000+00:002009-10-26T12:19:26.828+00:00U-Need-Cafe, East Acton, London<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SuQNp-j2rFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-VUhEZXXdXE/s1600-h/Img00225200910221411.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SuQNp-j2rFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-VUhEZXXdXE/s400/Img00225200910221411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396453268315876434" border="0" /></a>Not that badly I don't. Incidentally, this is the first food shop that any lag newly released from a stay at Wormwod Scrubs at her Madge's pleasure will come to. Bit depressing really, and we can see why that bird fetishist in The Shawshank Redemption killed himself now.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-24172078410425306612009-10-21T12:22:00.000+01:002009-10-21T12:22:00.271+01:00Olympic Sandwich Bar is neither topical nor local<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/Stxaap753II/AAAAAAAAAOc/2vP5rDJfa2Y/s1600-h/Olympic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/Stxaap753II/AAAAAAAAAOc/2vP5rDJfa2Y/s400/Olympic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394285867663219842" border="0" /></a>It's still a good three years until the Olympics, so we can't help but feel that this shack in south London is blowing its marketing load a bit too early here. Especially since it's nowhere near Stratford.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-90978210944395864902009-10-20T12:19:00.000+01:002009-10-20T12:19:00.214+01:00Jerk City is hopefully referring to the food, not the patrons<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/StxZl2gzniI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Bm_X1dAie5Y/s1600-h/jerk-city.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/StxZl2gzniI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Bm_X1dAie5Y/s400/jerk-city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394284960506158626" border="0" /></a>Either this shop in Soho serves jerk chicken, or the customers are just really annoying and throw chips <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> the time.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-35617378277581276492009-10-19T13:15:00.004+01:002009-10-19T13:20:02.239+01:00Steve offers package holidays to his kebab shop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/StxYnK4HAtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fTqusClI4uQ/s1600-h/Steve.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/StxYnK4HAtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fTqusClI4uQ/s400/Steve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394283883640849106" border="0" /></a>Steve of Waterloo is the next Alan Sugar in the making. He's got a brand new business model on lock: instead of just shepherding in drunken customers to eat your sheep fat, why not get them to then pass out in your abode and CHARGE FOR IT?<br /><br />Steve, we salute you.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-62284786161320320792009-10-14T19:46:00.004+01:002009-10-14T19:54:42.190+01:00Meat In A Roll is out intellectualised by a chicken shopOh dear. Remember <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/05/takeaways-in-brockley-are-just-wow.html">Bertie Rooster Fried Chicken</a>? I never thought I'd say this, but the pun on that there shack went sailing over my head.<br /><br />We just got this comment from Anonymous:<br /><br />"Dude, you have missed on a great pun, which is right up your alley - Bertie Rooster is a kind of a word play on Bertie Wooster of Jeeves & Wooster BBC series. The series are ingenious (even with your ultra liberal approach). Watch them - you will like it."<br /><br />Not sure about the ultra liberal thing (see <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/04/takeaways-unofficially-endorsed-by_21.html">Ken Livingstone Coffe Shop</a>) but we'll take it as a complement, and it's hands up time here. The owner of Bertie Rooster is smarter than us.<br /><br /><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps/sv?cbp=12,261.42,,1,5.22&cbll=51.44405,-0.042653&panoid=&v=1&hl=en&gl=uk" frameborder="0" height="340" scrolling="no" width="425"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=%22fried+chicken%22&hl=en&sll=51.443951,-0.042636&sspn=0,0&ie=UTF8&view=map&cid=7999110272198148472&hq=%22fried+chicken%22&hnear=&ll=51.443866,-0.042975&spn=0.006295,0.006295&layer=c&cbll=51.44405,-0.042653&panoid=xZ-TyCiLZb-49aMHgATaCA&cbp=12,261.42,,1,5.22&source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><br /><br />Dammit.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-6467076317791342222009-10-06T12:01:00.000+01:002009-10-06T12:01:00.053+01:00Payless Food & Wine rides roughshod over English language, general economic principles of capitalism<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsomM9ExXZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6V7QpH61BWQ/s1600-h/Img00211200909292143.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsomM9ExXZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6V7QpH61BWQ/s400/Img00211200909292143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389161908097080722" /></a>This here newsagent in Bermondsey, London is guilty of several things. I'm pretty sure "payless" isn't a word, and if it does mean "free" as it seems like it should, what the hell is it doing charging for bottles of milk? That's false advertising that is. Yeah.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-82604019857202163652009-10-03T12:08:00.000+01:002009-10-03T12:08:00.332+01:00Fishing World Of Kent conjures many images, none of them ambitious ones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsTwVM4VPZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s3nbhskPsRY/s1600-h/fishing+workd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsTwVM4VPZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s3nbhskPsRY/s400/fishing+workd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387695301267373458" /></a>I've no idea if it sells cod and chips or cans of worms, but either way, "Of Kent" isn't a suffix that needed to be added here. Still sounds more exciting than <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/08/takeaways-named-after-movies-2-el.html">Fireplace World</a>, mind.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-72393413491413083812009-10-02T12:03:00.000+01:002009-10-02T12:03:00.398+01:00Headcorn Charcoal Grill may be the first kebab shop that's also a listed building<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsTvPeNoU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/mH89fSY6zcA/s1600-h/headcorn+charcoal+grill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsTvPeNoU2I/AAAAAAAAANs/mH89fSY6zcA/s400/headcorn+charcoal+grill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387694103329264482" /></a>Look! It's old and stuff. Spotted out in the sticks in Kent. I went on a trip to Stratford Upon Avon once, and it looks <i>exactly</i> like William Shakespeare's birthplace:<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsTvuyQrRZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fuCRhsF56RU/s1600-h/shakespeare.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsTvuyQrRZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fuCRhsF56RU/s400/shakespeare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387694641286694290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 250px; " /></a></div><div>Just take my word for it that the building next to it did anyway.</div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-37477820156891131992009-09-30T17:17:00.005+01:002009-10-01T19:01:46.451+01:00The hottest new genre in musicMeat in a Roll has already tipped its virtual hat to this US crossover sensation that didn't actually cross over:<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vyfc10qDcR4&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vyfc10qDcR4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />But it seem that that was only the beginning. That's right, fools, Fast Food Hip Hop is now a goddamn whole genre!<br />Check out this wanna-be So Solid Crew, Channel U fodder from Junior Spesh:<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6pbZLiLt30&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6pbZLiLt30&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />I was kinda feeling it, guy, but then you went and and spoiled it by hating on Dr Pepper. Seriously, WTF?<br />And then there's this 50 Cent pastiche that's so ghetto they don't even credit the artist for fear of being shot up on the block (probably): <object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4q86KIXB1cA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4q86KIXB1cA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Fast Food Hip Hop. NME have already dubbed it Fip Fop. It's going to bigger than dubstep. Trust me.Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-60278139695459315802009-09-29T12:12:00.001+01:002009-09-29T12:12:00.091+01:00Shirley Kebab House? Shirley you can't be serious?This trend of kebab shops being named after <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/09/uncle-jim-makes-absolutely-no-reference.html">elderly British relatives</a> needs to end, NOW.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="340" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps/sv?cbp=12,69.88,,1,-2.88&cbll=52.413983,-1.827998&panoid=&v=1&hl=en&gl=uk"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=kebab+birmingham&sll=52.600962,-2.054443&sspn=0.235212,0.617294&ie=UTF8&ll=52.459628,-1.869875&spn=0.109739,0.144185&layer=c&cbll=52.413983,-1.827998&panoid=mFMdxwPEVQBTu57zNoV9QQ&cbp=12,69.88,,1,-2.88" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small><br />What? I'm off to eat at Peggy Pizza just down the road, or possibly Harold Fried Chicken, where they serve up spicy wings with Werthers Originals instead of chilli sauce.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-25005677722045344982009-09-28T18:02:00.003+01:002009-09-28T18:09:28.758+01:00KFC needs to replace its moist towelettes with Swine Flu Wipes, ASAP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsDsnJIR67I/AAAAAAAAANk/3WARzIIOiDg/s1600-h/SwineFlu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLg9VIDpuQk/SsDsnJIR67I/AAAAAAAAANk/3WARzIIOiDg/s400/SwineFlu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386565311544814514" /></a>You'd think that avian flu might be more of a risk at KFC outlets, but hey, who knows what kind of meat is actually tucked away underneath the Colonel's secret recipe and several inches of fat? I don't. You don't. The Colonel don't either, but then that's because he's dead. KFC best cover all its bases and start offering these Swine Flu Wipes, as unbelievably spotted in Superdrug, or there'll be a full on rabble of Daily Mail readers outside its branches tutting and glaring.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-26925151896701387862009-09-21T13:00:00.001+01:002009-09-28T17:59:53.507+01:00Frango's has competition in the lucrative 'Fake Nando's' marketRemember the whole <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/03/nandos-and-frangos-next-to-each-other.html">Nandos/Frangos controversy</a>?<br /><br />Well, in Wembley, there is a Nandos. And two door down from this Nandos is a rather innocuous resturant. Yet protruding from this resturant is this sign:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_5RbTNkfI/AAAAAAAAALc/JC1rEmJQ5zI/s1600-h/09092009069%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381794157512462834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_5RbTNkfI/AAAAAAAAALc/JC1rEmJQ5zI/s320/09092009069%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> Holy copyright infringment, Batman!!!! That's not just a sign, it's an ACT OF WAR!Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-1572908433582782972009-09-18T13:00:00.001+01:002009-09-28T18:00:30.657+01:00Improve your chicken joint with our simple, 1-step, patented plan!Are you are tired, dilapidated chicken shop named after a US state, bored of life, like Tennessee Fried Chicken of Clapham Junction here?<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_xeTbSp1I/AAAAAAAAALE/kAFmhFRKhZI/s1600-h/15082009062.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_xeTbSp1I/AAAAAAAAALE/kAFmhFRKhZI/s320/15082009062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381785582644143954" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a></div>Then you need Meat in a Roll's patented 1-step program! Yes, by utilising the secrets of ancient inferior Game Boy versions of popular 16-bit titles, you too can simply add the suffix -land to your existing name and gain a new lease of life! Just ask Tennessee Land Fried Chicken and Pizza of Perivale here:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_zHV3X3LI/AAAAAAAAALU/-qHFF5NLS5U/s1600-h/25082009063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_zHV3X3LI/AAAAAAAAALU/-qHFF5NLS5U/s320/25082009063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381787387185061042" border="0" /></a>Yes, look 10 years younger! Meet new people! Have crazy sexy with all kinds of poon! All thanks to Meat in a Roll!Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-73668320434444898792009-09-16T13:00:00.001+01:002009-09-28T18:00:58.302+01:00Question: When will Meat In A Roll be willing to move away from the usual kebab/fried chicken remit and feature a 'cafe'?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_t2OEmCZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bd7LHHjLjQQ/s1600-h/29082009064%231.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sq_t2OEmCZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bd7LHHjLjQQ/s320/29082009064%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381781595477117330" border="0" /></a>Answer: When it's the Dalston Star Cafe, <span style="font-style: italic;">bitches.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>In Dalston, obviously.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span>Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-46883459780391815212009-09-15T13:00:00.002+01:002009-09-28T18:02:36.573+01:00Ronald McDonald in Japan just got sexyLike Hooch in <span style="font-style: italic;">Scrubs</span>, the Japanese are crazy. I've always though Ronald McDonald was an ever so creepy character, popping up out of nowhere, luring kids away from their loving homes with the offer of a happy meal.<br /><br />But seriously, these two ads from Japan from a couple of years back are pretty out there. Because what's the first thing you think of when you think of Ronald, or McD's itself? That's right: SEXY<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UKLncvGxQ8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_UKLncvGxQ8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Damn! I'd put my meat in <span style="font-style: italic;">her </span>roll. She <span style="font-style: italic;">supersizes</span> my meal. Like their coffee, she comes with a label saying 'Warning contents may be <span style="font-style: italic;">hot</span>'. *ahem*<br /><br />And if you thought that was bad, check this one out:<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgO-u83Os_I&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgO-u83Os_I&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Oh My God! When did Ronald get so EMO!?! Has he been sitting alone in his room listening to My Chemical Romance, crying his eyes out? Is the Grimace contemplating slitting his wrists? I swear emo hippies like this don't even eat in McD's. They just protest against it outside. Whilst drinking organically sourced vegan lattes. Fix up, look sharp, Ronald.Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-79709291025910297902009-09-08T12:21:00.000+01:002009-09-08T12:21:00.198+01:00Uncle Jim makes absolutely no reference to the fact it sells foodWow. Uncle Jim just <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-in-what-not-to-call-your-chicken.html">ripped up the rule book</a> on takeaway names and ejaculated on it. It's a kebab shop in Richmond, west London, but you'd never know it from the name. It sounds like it's run by a friendly mechanic who'd recommend the cheaper tyres if they were better, coz he's honest like that. A grafter.<br /><iframe width="425" height="340" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps/sv?cbp=12,274.12,,1,5.25&cbll=51.464436,-0.300732&panoid=&v=1&hl=en&gl=uk"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=uncle+jim+richmond&sll=53.800651,-4.064941&sspn=14.641113,39.506836&ie=UTF8&ll=51.464033,-0.301795&spn=0.006295,0.006295&layer=c&cbll=51.464436,-0.300732&panoid=8dHUvg2JhfiUgvuusoai6w&cbp=12,274.12,,1,5.25" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small><br />But no, Jim sells processed sheep fat in bread.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15752715499163415815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-48499889281687909782009-09-07T13:00:00.002+01:002009-09-07T13:00:03.208+01:00Big Boy Pizza, and a glimpse into my private lifeSunday morning, and you wake up to a a load of missed calls and look at your phone a see piles of dubious text sent the night before, and you exclaim "OMG! I don't remember writing that!"? Not me. I have picked up habit of finding photos of takeaway establishments that I don't for the life of me remember taking.<br /><br />For example:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp121nKWsQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ISGbgVDDkrI/s1600-h/26072009047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp121nKWsQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ISGbgVDDkrI/s320/26072009047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376584193567797506" border="0" /></a>Lord knows where this one is. The horrible flash glare suggests it was taken from the top deck of a night bus. I think you can make out my reflection in the window.<br /><br />I do also have hazy memories of once shouting at a cab driver to pull over so I could get a snap of a chicken shop at about 3am.Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-68765273883226691872009-09-04T13:00:00.000+01:002009-09-04T13:00:05.939+01:00Real Taste, SouthallOk, if so you're running a scuzzy chicken joint, you don't wanna just look like a shoddy two bit operation, right? You wanna be <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/07/glastonbury-is-good-for-racist-chinese.html">biting</a> <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/06/dosa-hut-in-no-way-affiliated-with.html">on the</a> <a href="http://meatinaroll.blogspot.com/2009/04/pizza-hot-closed-down-but-not-for.html">style </a>of a more successful business, right?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1w-w9niuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/piTK1Ns4X9E/s1600-h/31082009274.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1w-w9niuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/piTK1Ns4X9E/s320/31082009274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577753747786466" border="0" /></a>Is it just me, or does this place look like a bleedin' office superstore?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1xVBhLyDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5kVqigeA-fY/s1600-h/staples.jpeg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1xVBhLyDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5kVqigeA-fY/s320/staples.jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376578136149051442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1xQ18e-XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KjmpniZb0tE/s1600-h/OfficeDepot.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1xQ18e-XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KjmpniZb0tE/s320/OfficeDepot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376578064322853234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SPECIAL BONUS CONTENT ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br />Real Taste, Southall, is a right <span style="font-style: italic;">bastard</span> to get a photo of. It has this big ol' glowing sign that just blurs anything but the most minimal of exposures. Here, for your enjoyment, are just a sprinkle of my failed attempts to snap this joint.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1ywW89CdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPdgoFvhkp0/s1600-h/31072009050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1ywW89CdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPdgoFvhkp0/s320/31072009050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579705270766034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1ylgdxpuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RVpBW7KElb0/s1600-h/31072009049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1ylgdxpuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RVpBW7KElb0/s320/31072009049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579518845789922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1yejAkRMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yXDYPHw5MMM/s1600-h/17062009019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp1yejAkRMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/yXDYPHw5MMM/s320/17062009019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376579399269500098" border="0" /></a>Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133905971242456856.post-81966114998911296422009-09-02T13:00:00.002+01:002009-09-03T20:09:35.353+01:00I pity the fool who misappropriates Mr T's name for a temporary take-away stall on a bank holiday in West LondonSpotted at the Notting Hill Carnival:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp15TZh0MAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LsNrpUFjTs0/s1600-h/30082009067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF0w__bkPW0/Sp15TZh0MAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LsNrpUFjTs0/s320/30082009067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376586904327434242" border="0" /></a>Every bit of jerk chicken comes with a glass of milk. And after drinking it, you mysteriously find yourself on an airplane. Every single week.<br /><br />Remember how now one ever died on the A-Team? Ironic this was at the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/8230984.stm">Notting Hill Carnival</a>, then.Gary Penricehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14105315512646764700noreply@blogger.com0