I’m just going to say it, drunk food from Crispy is the only reason I go out

Somebody give it a Michelin Star already


There is undoubtedly only one place in Leeds to go to after a night out. Not McDonald’s, not Zulfi’s, it is the myth, the legend, the Crispy.

There was a time, not too long ago, where I would spend a grand total of  £5.39 on a McDonald’s Chicken Select medium meal. Oh how I was duped. Now, I stand proud, with my Chips, Cheese & Gravy, having only spent a mere £3.00, and being more than satisfied.

Stumbling along the wet and cold streets of Hyde Park, the bright orange and white sign is a beacon of hope, glory and warmth. As the chips are thrown into the pit of oil, and the one night stands exchange Snapchat names, it almost feels as if there is no other place in the world.

Surprisingly, Crispy is yet to be awarded 5 Michelin Stars, but regardless, the food is superb. Yet one does not simply go to Crispy for the food, it’s so much more than that.  You go to there for the experience; it is a journey for both the mind and soul.

When they reach their quota of drunk degenerate youths, the lights turn off, the music starts blaring, and the sesh you thought was long gone makes a grand appearance once more.

An experience at Crispy is unforgettable. It  resonates within.  So much so, it has been rumoured that a colony has formed, in honour of Crispy, and they call themselves the Crispbaes.

‘I’d happily just go out to crisps for my night out’

The only real issue with Crispy is the name. It is fair to say, that we regulars rarely refer to it as Crispy, in fact, upon writing this article, it shocked me to know that this was its real name.

I put forward a petition  to lobby the owners to reconsider naming their fine-dinning experience Crispy’s. Please see link below to support this important cause:

http://you.38degrees.org.uk/petitions/change-the-name-of-crispy-to-crispy-s