Shiraz

DO NOT EAT FROM HERE: — Worst place iv ever been an will certainly not be going again after receiving raw bloody chicken kebab! Hopefully iv vomited everythin up and won’t receive any unwanted food poisoning! People have probably had food poisoning from this place before and thought it was a prolonged hangover do not make the same mistake!

This place is a standard takeaway establishment which specialises in pizzas but is there for all sorts of fast food fare chips, burgers ect.
The food is covered in grease as it should be in a place like this and you can feel the fat clogging up the arteries as you go on with your mini feast. The service is fairly quick and you can have no cause for complaint with regards to the staff.
This place is adequate enough but if Im being honest its probably best when you are three parts cut and just want a good old drunken munch.

It is now quarter past four on a Monday afternoon. If I went to Shiraz right now, as sober as I am, I severely doubt it’d be getting five stars. However, if it was thirty-​six hours ago and I had enough alcohol in my bloodstream to kill a chihuahua, it’d be my own personal Valhalla of salt and grease.
Whereas the other takeaways up that road are filled with moaning staff and fights, Shiraz somehow clings to some shred of calm. The staff are not as downright abusive as they could be and the customers stay on the right side of lunacy, igniting deranged conversations as opposed to World War Nine.
The only time I’ve been here in the daytime was to reclaim a bag of birthday presents that I accidentally left the night before. Even though they could’ve so easily denied all knowledge and kept my bag of tat, they handed it over with smiles aplenty and jokey digs at my forgetfulness. You wouldn’t even get that kind of reception at Harrods.

I love Shiraz. I mean, out of all the greasy takeaways I could possibly choose at 3am, I am willing to walk up the hill to Shiraz. Maybe it’s because I’m a pizza freak and the Shiraz Special (12″ pizza with every topping on) satisfies my endless belly, or maybe it’s the entertainment while you’re waiting for your food, but this is always the last stop for me on a night out before I hop in a taxi.
A typical takeaway, it serves your usual array of pizzas, chips, cheesy chips (which if you’ve never had before WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?) and burgers, as well as meal deals which seem like such a good idea whether you’re drunk or not. The staff are always friendly and endeavour to remember your orders and name if you’re a regular.
As Shiraz is right next to a taxi rank, sitting there in the early hours of the morning is never dull. You get an endless stream of drunks staggering through the door and I’d be very surprised if I ever went in there without seeing someone in fancy dress! As an added bonus, it is one of the only takeaways in the city that I can honestly say I’ve never felt ill after the food. Despite my high alcohol intake.
One place to attempt to remember at 3am!