Kebab? Suit you, Sir!

After the excitement of the Jayzis and Mary and Joseph Chain, and the couple of pints in the Thomas House afterwards, the resolve to keep the diet going sort of faded away as I cycled past Iskanders.
I immediately thought "ah, fuck it, I need some fuel for the long cycle back home".

And what incredibly gorgeous fuel it turned out to be.

Iskander kebab are the best money can buy.

So nice that I have eaten them, and totally enjoyed them, while stone cold sober.