Devonshire Chippy
It's chucking out time down West St. Drunks spill out onto the streets just like their Jagermeister coloured sick onto the pavement. The air is filled with the sound of cackles and catcalls. The throng of the crowd is magnetically pulled towards the smell of chip fat and doner kebab meat. Packed to the rafters, it may not be of the highest quality but with chips, sausage and sauce for under two quid you really can't go wrong. Well, unless for whatever reason you're brave enough to wander in here sober – then you'll end up feeling just as sick as your hammered mates.


