"As we had a nice leisurely walk down to the crescent café, which is better known simply as 'Derek 's '. There was a general buzz radiating from some the students of sheer anticipation of what lies ahead. As we reached the door we quickly realised that we were going to struggle to all fit in as the café was already full. Of course, with the appearance of a mix group of teenagers with hoodies on, the elderly customers quickly left the shop and this created room for us to be seated. The first thing that I noticed was how well coordinated everything was. The blue and yellow paint on the wall matched perfectly with the colour of the table cloths. Maybe not the greatest choice of colours to be block painted together but it certainly matched well. Upon further inspection of the 'menu ' (a black board behind the counter with the meals drawn on with chalk I realised a majority of the foods had been shortened to make the menu look more informal such as ‘mayo’ for mayonnaise and ‘mush’ for mushroom. This combined with the general pleasant atmosphere made me think that I was going to have an enjoyable experience even if the food wasn’t up to much. Once we were all seated and relaxed, we ordered our drinks out of the fridge and they were brought to our table. After some confusion on my table as to where Derek was as he was nowhere to be seen and couldn’t have been in the kitchen as we could clearly see in, he appeared. Resting against the door frame he was almost taken a back about how many people were in his place. After a comical comment about the amount of people in his shop, he then enquired about what meals everybody will be getting. With a list consisting of all day breakfasts, chips in various sauces and a desert, most people would normally start panicking to make sure everything was out on time. But Derek took it all in his stride, quickly and efficiently punching the meals out of the kitchen. I had ordered chip butty with curry source and eagerly anticipated my meal. ‘Whose havin’ chip butty with curry sauce’ shouts Derek from the centre of the cafe floor waving the plate around. I signalled to him that it was me and he then took it straight over. As the plate hit the table I knew I had made a good choice. A big bun, cut in half, lying open was filled with piping hot chips and covered in curry sauce. The smell was enough for me to want to delve straight into it however one of my friends had beaten me to it. His hand lunged straight for a chip I had also seen and was going to eat first! A huge chip hanging out of the side of the bun. Drenched in curry sauce. Perfection. I didn’t realise how hot the chips were until he scoffed the chip then was left gasping for air and drinking half of his strawberry milkshake. Karma certainly came and got him that day. I then went to reach for my fork, so I didn’t look like a complete animal, so I could start eating the plate of heaven that lay in front of me; however there was no fork to be seen. I had been miss out when the forks had been handed out, as I looked up to find Derek and ask for a for, a hand appeared over my left shoulder holding onto a fork. Derek had realised I didn’t have a one when he handed the meal to me, that’s good service! I was eventually read to tuck into my meal. I looked down at the pot of gold, scooped up a fork full and ate it. Wow. The perfectly cooked chips went with the curry sauce like Fergie went with Man Utd. Perfectly. The curry had one hell of a kick to it but that made the whole taste even better. As I looked around the small cafe I could see smiles of delight on other pupils faces as evidently, their meals were as good as mine. Well, perhaps not quite as good as mine, nothing could be as nice mine. This wasn’t just any curry and chips; this was Derek’s curry and chips. Everybody quickly cleared their plates and looked extremely satisfied with the meal they had just received. That was it. Our trip to Derek’s was finished. Everybody came with eager anticipation and had left with a full head of knowledge for writing an article and a fully stomach."
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