Honestly? Yes. If you’re in Burgess Hill and you feel that primal hunger pang, just go. Don’t overthink it. The chicken is consistent, the staff are lovely, and the location is ridiculously convenient.
Just don’t go at 1:00 PM on a Saturday unless you enjoy queueing with a thousand families. Trust me on that one. That’s the only time the vibe goes from “quirky” to “survival mode.”
But for a Tuesday afternoon snack? Absolutely perfect. I left feeling full, slightly greasy, and oddly at peace with my shopping failure. Sometimes, the best plans involve a bucket of chicken and a side of chaos.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go buy some reusable bags. Again.
