Islington Subway Station. Shiver.
Firstly, the second those subway doors open and you take your first breath of Islington Station air, your nostrils get bitch slapped with the gross stench of nachos, vomit, dirty feet, rat pee, and sin. Then you walk along the platform and you feel like you're in a horror movie. The faded walls almost blend in with the stained ceiling. And sometimes a fluorescent light blinks uncontrollably and you feel like Chucky is going to appear from the shadows.
But the grotesque ambience will never deter me from going there for STUFFED JAMAICAN PATTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These babies helped me survive the stresses of high school. Every day before or after school I stopped at the Gourmet Bakery and picked up a stuffed patty. They put lettuce in it and mayo (or is it sour cream???) ...If you ever go to this station, you have to try it!!! YUM YUM YUM!