FLAVOUR EMERGENCIES & CHIP-SHOP CHATTER
We’re right here in London, turning hunger into holy-cow moments since day one.
Forgot your tenders? Shake not thicc enough to stand a spoon in?
Ring the Crispy Crisis Hotline
Got praise? Rants? Demands for extra gravy? A haiku about our shakes?
Too buzzing to email? Spill the tea here. We read every scribble. Compliments, curses, or cries for more spice accepted.
No refunds for spice sweats.
Slide into our DMs. Tag us in your #foodporn. Roast us if you reckon you’re hard enough.
We survived Nashville heat – your banter’s a breeze.
Got a beef? Ours is 100% British, smashed to perfection.
Fancy a natter? We’re all ears (and nap kins).
Press & Flavour Conspiracies: Tell ’em the chicken sent you. Seriously:)
We’re flavour rebels with a London postcode. Born in Nashville heat, raised on British beef,
and bloody proud of our loaded fries. Your feedback isn’t just noise – it’s the secret sauce in our recipe riot.
That “Bangin’ Nashville Loaded Fries” special? Yeah, you inspired that.
So speak up. Rage. Rave. Request a brolly for your saucy wings.
This isn’t customer service.
It’s a flavour collab.
London style.
BIGYS HQ Out. Mind the Gap (and the hot sauce).
