The night isn't officially over until someone's lost their wallet, made a decision they'll regret in the morning or confessed their love to a total stranger. But what really ends a night is stumbling into the open arms of a heated, brightly lit snack sanctuary in the early hours of the morning. There's something about the smell of glorious fried food at 3am that ignites something inexplicable within. It may be the alcohol talking, but my god, I think I love you.