Big bird

You're walking down North Road towards the city centre, stomach rumbling, and you clock the queue snaking out the door. That's Big Bird doing what it does best—turning out fried chicken that people actually queue for. It's not fancy, it's not trying to be; it's just genuinely good bird, crispy where it needs to be, cooked through, with sides that know their place. The sort of spot where you grab a box and either eat it straight from the counter or take it back to yours, no pretence required.