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You can't phone ahead to place your order at Paradise - or so I thought anyway. I urge you to learn from my mistake; I only realised when a guy pressed behind me tapped me on the shoulder asking if this was the line for phone pick-ups.
It wasn't, and it wasn't even really a line, more like a heaving, hungry mob, each of us longingly gazing at every bag of food brought out by sweatily harried staff hoping they were about to call our name.
After snaking through the queue to place our order, my flatmate and I spent a good 45 minutes waiting for it to be our turn.
One guy couldn't stand it and shouted at the staff doing their best behind the counters about his order going missing, and then a different guy shouted back at him not to be such a dick, and then heaps of people shouted that there were kids here and could they simmer down, so they did, and that part of the wait was very interesting, especially because I didn't have my phone.