Firstly, any place that gives you transfer tattoos at the end of the meal is always going to hold a special place in my heart and secondly, the chicken here is a fucking JOKE. In a good way. In the best way ever in fact. Chick n Sours is Carl Clarke’s newest venture and it’s bloody brilliant.The menu is small (my favourite) and every single item is mouth-wateringly delicious. The venue itself is VERY dalston. You sit on long wooden tables, squished between hungry hipsters and the tiny restaurant probably only fits about 30 people in it max. None of that matters though. The stripped back, urban decor fits in perfectly and the food is so on point I don’t actually think I have the vocabulary to give it the justice it deserves. Luckily the lighting was perfect and my pictures really do speak a thousand words. Get your butts down to Dalston Junction ASAP and experience it – you’d be stupid not to. Sticky Wings, Szechuan Aubergine (oh my fucking God), Chicken in a Bun (fuck me), Pickled Watermelon, Peanut & Mint Salad (trust me), fries and ALL the dips. Washed down with sour cocktails and finished off with Salted Chocolate Soft Serve Ice Cream & Popcorn. It doesn’t really get much better than that and you’d be a mug to miss out. Plus, they have baby wipes on every table – that’s got to be a good sign.  


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