A Taste of The Deep South (Coast)

A wee trip to Hastings today, ostensibly to go see our writer friend Kate O'Hearn doing a book signing at Waterstone's for her new book, Pegasus and The Flame,  but of course we got slightly peckish afterwards and headed for sustenance. We found ourselves at the local KFC, a place none of us had eaten for quite some little while, and so we thought, "Hey, why not?"

I ordered a little thing that was introduced last year, known as the Kentucky Jack.

Apparently, as the sign says, it's a taste of the Deep South. I beg to differ. It's not bad, but it does not remind me of anywhere in America specifically. It's just a chicken sandwich.

True, it's on a ciabatta roll...

And it contains some tangy-ish relish in addition to some cheese.

But a taste of the Deep South? Not a chance. It was OK, that's all.

Ewan liked his Oreo Krush'ems.

If you say so.

After leaving the home of the Colonel (yeah, right), we headed down through Queen's Arcade to look at some of the shops, and experience the sights, sounds and smells.

Look at the size of those Bakewells!

Fishy!

Blood oranges... yum.

I don't know how many years it is since I had a selection of broken biscuits. Awesome.

Kangaroo and Crocodile Steaks? In Hastings?!

Look at that lovely bit of skirt steak....

I think that all in all, Queens' Arcade was probably the most fun bit of the day. KFC I might give another chance in a year or two.