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| The Chicken – Photo taken from The Guardian |
I could have sworn
that the chicken’s toenail tickled my ear as the waitress laid the bird in the
middle of the table. Well, maybe not, but that is the feeling I got when the
hen in question still had it’s feet still fully attached. I really shoud have read some reviews as the last time I saw this was in China and I really wasn't prepared. Goosebumps is an
understatement.
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| Damien Hirst – Photo taken from CDC Lifestyle |
Speechless soon turned
into giggling a squealing as we jabbed the feet, making them wobble. Tramshed, owned by Mark Hix is packed with these little animal quirks. As soon as you walk into the modern
barnlike vast space, you see Damien Hirst’s gigantic formaldehyde Cock and Bull
towering over the diners, taking the idea of an elephant in the room and adding
a farmyard twist. Not to discuss either of these talking points would be akin
to not licking the sugar off your lips when eating a doughnut. They are simply
unavoidable, which makes an evening at Tramshed so much more than just a meal.
The chicken and chips,
although expertly carved by our lovely waitress, didn’t steal the show, neither
did the steak, which was actually a bit cold. However Tramshed bit back with
beautifully dolloped condiments served in small glass ramekins and bread sauce
and gravy in little jugs. It’s nice little touches like these paired with the
incredible showstoppers that make Tramshed so enticing. I always think a
restaurant has done well if you want to go back, in fact, I might get a
takeaway whole chicken and give my brother a little shock when he gets back
from a night out, searching for a post party snack.
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