More like all-you-can-take-away.
Could I break Mandarin or would it break me?
For only $10.50, KFC would let me hate-bang my arteries with fried chicken until closing hours.
In a time of great austerity, how can I exploit the free food to keep me alive?
Amongst the mounds of chicken balls, deviled eggs, crab legs, and waffle toppings lays a disgusting yet divine mountain of textures and colours.
If you were hungry and in Melbourne at some point the late 90s, you might remember Smorgy's. We look back at what made the place so memorable.