Second impressions don’t last as long as first impressions. First impressions last longer than a massively confused snail on a return trip through the Serengeti at a snails pace. Jill Y loses her sense of humour more often than sometimes. Last night, we travelled through a strange series of back alleys and front alleys and ended up in a slightly dodgy, secluded location. The place was recommended by an associate of Sugartastic Daddy John’s former cellmate. Our first impression of the place didn’t fill us with great confidence so we decided to turn around and head home: