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Admit it, you have to say “Mr Crackles” sounds like a pretty dodgy name for somewhere to buy food. “Mr Crackles” sounds too much like “Mr Bubbles” who was an (in)famous paedophile in Australia, especially since it’s located on Sydney’s Oxford Street.
In contrast, I’d heard very good things about “Mr Crackles” on Oxford Street, Sydney but had never consumed anything from there.
It was not the greatest crackling I’ve ever had, but pretty good after a couple of beers.
I love the crackling here, but sometimes, there’s still hairs on it and that freaks me out :P
Thanks Sally. Many women my age and older say they go into shops and are completely ignored.
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