A beautiful refuge from the storms battering down upon the city. I journeyed here before attending the cricket one fine evening, and found myself hungering for a schnitzel and chips. Lo and behold, this place delivered, with beautiful, crisp breadcrumbs and juicy chicken. Next - my thirst. I found myself longing for a Hard Solo, which was unfortunately unavailable. The man behind the bar recommended instead a vodka Solo, which filled the Hard Solo shaped hole in my Soulo. Fantastic work. Next stop? The toilet. I washed my hands and went to dry them, but found the paper dispenser empty. I strapped in and began the effort of drying my hands with the pitiful breeze ejected from the dryer, and as I stood there, I heard the unmistakable symphony of a man flatulating in the toilet.

All in all, a great way to spend a night.