I’ve got to accept the lesson that most of the time, fried chicken is just not going to agree with me. I do, though, think more of the fault lies with Lucky’s Hot Chicken. It falls apart that tad too easily for it to be properly cooked, I should have known. Even that aside, the coating is quite slap dash, and not massively memorable. The crinkle cut fries are homeopathically seasoned, but the comeback sauce does the job well. Not the finest Seven Dials has to offer.