Dinner at The Chicken Shop, London

Guess who’s birthday it was?

For Rob’s birthday, we went to The Chicken Shop. Yes, they serve chicken. Not just any chicken, rotisserie chicken. Aka it’s freaking delicious.

They have two locations at the moment – one on Highgate Road and the other in Tooting. We skipped along to the Highgate branch. There’s no reservations, so we waited at the pub across the road until a table was ready for us. Once you step inside, you’re hit with the delicious smell of chicken, good music and great vibes.

These are fridges, and the labels on the outside are what’s inside each fridge. How sick are they?!

Well, I know what I’m having. Good thing I freaking LOVE CHICKEN.

I’m not going to lie, I was pretty excited. As per usual.

It was time for wine, which was poured out of big white jugs.

It didn’t take long at all for the food to arrive. There were 9 of us, so we thought we’d order 5 whole chickens. Little did we know, these were HUGE. This is one plate of chicken.

Yeah, yeah, I bet you’re cocky like I was, thinking “no problemo I can finish most of that”. That’s cute, really.

The classic accompaniments were there. The table’s hot sauce…
Crinkle Cut Chips..


And a nice healthy touch of Butter Lettuce and Avocado Salad. Butter lettuce is a type of lettuce, by the way, not lettuce covered in butter (which I may or may not have previously thought before I was corrected).

We also got Corn on the Cob, which was drenched in melted butter.

It was an absolute feast.

I plated up with a bit of everything and got down to business.

As did the rest of the table.

The chicken, as expected, was amazing. I wanted to smother that marinade all over myself. I ended up chowing through a (reasonably impressive) 6 pieces before I thought I better stop. Not one plate of chicken was completely finished, so we ended up taking home two massive bags of chicken.

Shortly after, the restaurant burst into singing “Happy Birthday” and Rob was presented with a warm chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream. I love the awkward pause when it comes to the name since no one else in the restaurant knows who’s birthday it is. Nearly as much as I love the awkward expression on the face of the person who’s being sung to.

The brownie was generously passed around the table. It was warm and so delicious. Mmmmm brownie.

Happy birthday, Rob! The next day was full of chicken-mayo sandwiches and a chicken pie for dinner. I’m never one to complain.


  1. March 17, 2014 / 12:12 am

    Not that it wasn't before but your writing is getting super pro – I love this post!

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