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The aptly named Badly Smelling Restaurant was surprisingly busy.
"I had to make reservations, last week, Kipper told me as we waited in the queue to be "greeted" by the snooty-looking waiter. Even in the street, the smell was almost overwhelming.
"I'm not sure I can even go in there," I said. "Let alone eat."
Kipper laughed. "You get used to the smell," Kipper said. "Surprisingly quickly actually. And you just have to experience it. Anyone who is anyone comes here. Look!" He pointed to someone who had just joined the back of the queue. "It's Open Season."
I squinted. Kipper was right, the most popular singer in the country was standing in the queue.
"Isn't there a separate queue for VIPs?" I asked.
"If you get a table in this restaurant," Kipper said. "You are a VIP."
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