Just about everything is wrong with that image. Especially the three kids holding the sausage links/serpent. The one on the right is sniffing it.
Shit ... my parents took me to a restaurant owned by Renato in the late 80's .. is this the same one in the midlands I went to Peripart? .. (they've probably still got the photo of my Mum being kissed on the cheek by Roy Castle somewhere).Taking the thread title literally, here are the remains of a restaurant once owned by Renato of "Save your Love" fame:
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It was subsequently quite a decent Chinese restaurant, but the Italianate arched doorway was well-known in the area. The whole thing has since been completely flattened.
With the red eyes, fangs & claws, I think you may have there the first depiction of a chupacabra..This fella sits above a doorway in Newcastle. Can you make out his teeth?
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Edit to add a link - http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-vampire-rabbit-of-newcastle
I think he had one in Edgebaston (or it could have been Solihull ) as well then ... I know Tamworth very well, I had friends and a girlfriend in Tamworth once upon a time and the one I went to, I'm fairly sure it wasn't in Tamworth but thanks for that info.Tamworth, Staffs.
Daleks are highly-adapted for preparing and cooking pizzas.
Hi Swifty - the one in my photo is in Mere Green. It was a Chinese restaurant for a while before it was shut down (which itself was a couple of years ago, but the developers have only just started demolition), but before that, it was called La Gondola, and I think you and I have discussed it before. I think it started with you mixing up Renato and Joe Dolce...I think he had one in Edgebaston (or it could have been Solihull ) as well then ... I know Tamworth very well, I had friends and a girlfriend in Tamworth once upon a time and the one I went to, I'm fairly sure it wasn't in Tamworth but thanks for that info.
You should post that to Viz magazine (if they're still going that is) ...I posted this elsewhere ages ago:
I know eating out of the tradesman's entrance is a specialist interest which probably won't sound terribly appetising to those not that way inclined, but they actually do a mean breakfast.