More please!

Hickory's, Chester.

What a perfect desert after a humongous dinner..just enough...unless you're three greedy girls who, a little embarrassed, had to ask for more marshmallows from the 17-(ish)-year-old waiter who said, "I thought you were cool" before a certain friend ordered a pot of tea. 6pm, Bank Holiday Sunday...in PJs and too full to eat the family Sunday roast. Why can't all weekends be 3 days long?