at a restaurant called “giraffe” because apparently it is the animal with the largest heart and they “love to live” or “eat” or offer you cheese on your chips.
there’s a drink called a “giddy giraffe” though it doesn’t appear to have any alcohol in it and it makes me think gimpy over giddy all the same.
and i am reminded of how bad the british bacon is and how intoxicating the scent of malt vinegar hitting chips warm from the frying.