He’s that mate who always knows where to get a good feed. The one who shows up late but brings dessert.

The guy who makes you laugh mid-mouthful and reckons life’s too short to skip carbs.

Happy Boy is a feeling. That first bite of hot pasta when you didn’t even realise how hungry you were. The smell of garlic bread fogging up the car windows. A fridge full of leftovers that somehow won’t make it to tomorrow.

He was born from late-night dreams, hunger-fuelled decisions and a soft spot for tiramisu. What started as something entirely different (we’ll save that story for over a bowl of pasta) turned into a neon-lit, sauce-stained love letter to the kind of food that hits when you need it most. Soon, he’ll have a dine-in spot of his own. But for now, he’s slinging takeaway that’s hot, heavy and built for comfort.

He’s not here to impress. He’s here to feed you. And yeah - he’s pretty bloody happy about it.