Sobs Takeaway

I have never been to Sobs let’s just clear that up now. The reason being that Sobs has always come to me, oh yes, that’s right. Despite the horribly unpleasant sounding name what sobs offer can be a bit of a godsend. Don’t get me wrong I don’t use them a lot because if I did my fingers would be to fat to type on my mind to clogged with cholesterol to comprehend anything more mentally challenging than ITV or some other children’s channel.
The reason is that Sobs will deliver, to your home, all manner of the filthiest junk food. From fifteen inch pizzas to triple cheese burgers (the burgers are amazing, it’s like an endless wall of meat). They also offer a slightly less coronary inducing selection of things like jacket potato with beans, but I’ll be as blunt as the place itself and say they really aren’t that good at this sort of thing. This the place to call when you are having a chilled evening in with the boys and at about eleven thirty you discover that you would all really appreciate the magical appearance of some salty food that doesn’t cost twenty pounds a head.