Just fancy piping hot chips...sprinkled with plenty of salt. And a piece of fish in crispy batter. The sort of batter that leaves little bits lurking at the bottom of the paper parcel.
I found a worm once...in a piece of Cod from the chippy. It was very, very long...made me shudder and feel sick actually. It was stone dead of course...would be after frying in hot grease I suppose.
Didn't eat Cod for years and years after that.
We were staying on a campsite once...Himself and me...there was a little shop on the site and Himself overheard two women talking...one said to the other...'We need some grease for tomorrows breakfast'...it amused Himself so much he still tells the story today...even when you've heard it before...a hundred times.
His daughter Teresa is the same about butter.
When she and her husband Reuben were here one summer we went to the Museum and then had something to eat in the tea-rooms...one of the ladies serving behind the counter asked a customer 'Would you like buteeeer on your bread' in a very strong Mayo accent.
Teresa almost collapsed with giggles and had to go outside to calm herself down.
She still laughs when she says 'Would you please pass the buteeeer'
I was once taken to Harry Ramsdens fish and chip cafe...in Yorkshire I think it was...wasn't in the least impressed actually. The place was stuffed with people...the tables were too close together and the food was nothing special. And the tea was stewed.
When we first came to Ireland on holidays, we spent some time in Dublin and had our supper one night in Beshoff's...it's a famous fish and chip cafe. It was lovely. Scalding hot tea and a plate heaped with fresh soda bread...the fish was delicious with not a worm to be seen and the chips were just right. The waitresses wear proper little pinnies and scoot about with laden trays.
Did I ever tell you that it was the same evening of a football match...we were a bit worried about being out on the street with hordes of supporters going by singing football songs and jostling each other.
One lad broke away from his group of friends and darted into a MacDonald's...he came out with some food and a can of drink and went straight to a young girl sitting on the pavement with a begging bowl in front of her...crouched down and gave her the food and drink...then dashed back to rejoin his friends.
That simple act of pure kindness made me want to cry.
I remembered that incident again today when I read the beautiful short prose RubyRed put on about the Starfish...one simple heartfelt act really can change an animal or persons world.