We often drank in The Nightingale or The Edinburgh after the Goldstone. A trip to Sing Li's was effectively an admission that the "Leo Sayer" was over and you were most certainly not going clubbing. Two minutes in that queue left you with a smell that even an erection section minger wouldn't...
Spot on.
Actually gutted they closed* before I could show my son what it means to have some chips with sore finger on match days.
*yes, I know why they closed :down: