I honestly have no idea what to do with this, as it doesn't warrant its own story and it'd be a total threadjack in any other place, so here's a FanPost that is probably the oddest thing you'll see all day.
There exists in the world a condition called synaesthesia, which basically means that your otherwise unlinked senses are linked - letters take on colors as part of their inherent nature, letters and words have a flavor, and calendar days take on personalities. It's a very strange and fascinating condition.
A gentleman in London has this condition, and his manifestation of it is that he can taste words. So he decided to put his gift to use - he rode every mile of the Tube over almost 50 years, to see what each station tasted like in person and whether his perception while at the station matched what the words "tasted" like when he read them on paper. His findings were published a couple weeks ago.
I mention this here because of two facts:
1. Arsenal tube stop tastes to him like HP Sauce, which is the most amazing condiment ever made (sorry, Sriracha hipsters - rooster sauce is good, but HP is unbelievable).
2. The worst tasting tube stop to him? Seven Sisters, which happens to be the closest stop to PBFC. What does it taste like? Spangles and minced beef. Fitting.
So yep, that's a thing.