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Monday 20th March 2006

Walking down the Uxbridge Road tonight I saw a party going on in a new fast food outlet, presumably celebrating its opening as I don't think I have seen it before (I'm pretty sure that previously it was a Caribbean take-away, but not any more). It's called "Roosters Express". Just what the Uxbridge Road needs - another fried chicken shop. The only shop that I can think of that would better serve the local community is a 97+p shop. But fried chicken is just as good. Because it must be at least 25 metres to the nearest fried chicken place from here and what if you love fried chicken and live in this 25 metre stretch and don't want to walk that far? Well now you don't have to, because "Rooster Express" is here!
It's actually in quite a prime location because it's almost directly outside the tube station, which means that not only do you get custom from fat lazy people who want to be fatter in the immediate vicinity, you will also be fraternised by people who have just spent 20 minutes to an hour on the tube system, where there is little or no opportunity to procure deep fried chicken, who will be desperate for their spiced poultry fix and not want to have to walk literally metres to get it.
You have to admire the Uxbridge Road. So far it steadfastly refuses to accept coffee chains or recognised major fast food outlets (though there's a relatively new Subway open now and a KFC a bit further up - but only because every other chicken emporium is represented and it would be embarrassing for KFC if they didn't have a prescence), but you have more choice of chicken take-aways, pound shops and places to get your photos printed quickly than probably anywhere else in Europe.
I wish "Rooster Express" all the best in their enterprise (they do curry as well, which might actually be their undoing as the people of the Uxbridge Road abhor choice and only really like eating fried chicken) and hope they do well enough to buy out any of the other restaurants and cafes up the road that are foolish enough not to specialise in fried chicken. It is the food of the drunk, the depressed and the dispossessed and anyone who sells anything else is an idiot.

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