The Brewhouse is becoming a little bit of a regular haunt and this time we returned for Hels’ Birthday. And this time there are 6 of us … two chickens just wasn’t going to be enough … we’d have to have three! Roasted with a beer can somehow inextricably inserted inside the cavity, in three different flavours ~ garlic and herb; barbecue; and spicy … it’d be churlish not to have one of each.
So we did.
We ordered “All the Chickens!” And we descended upon them like a pack of ravenous pirañas, until only the broken carcasses were left.
Delicious. Happy Birthday Hels x