Following on from my last post. I have decided that the best chips I have consumed in Ireland are probably the one's in a chip shop in Kenmare Kerry. Yes I have to confess I often venture over the Cork and Kerry ( the setting for the Highwayman in'Whiskey in the Jar': Thin Lizzy) mountains for a 'nice' bag of chips. They are definitely the best chips this side of Haworth in West Yorkshire. If you know of a good chippy/Chipper (Irish name) please let me know?
Anyway. I was reminsicing to myself (me, myself and I) about the time when I was growing up in Lancashire in the late 1960's early 70's. In those days everybody (the world and his wife) used to queue up outside the chip-shop on a Friday tea time. I think it was down to your dad getting paid on a Thursday.
Chips and fish (why is it: Fish and Chips?) were cooked in lard and beef dripping in those days. There was none of those frozen or microwave kind of chips that we have today. I can remember from a very early age going with me mum and brother for six penny worthy of chips a piece.
The conversation in our school playground on a Friday afternoon was usually something like the following:
"We're having a chippy tea tonight."
"So what! We have a chippy tea - EVERY NIGHT!"
I remember the queue stretching out the door and down the street. Everybody would be excited they were having:
"A chippy tea".
I remember looking up at the enormous counter trying to see the glistening fish and bottles of 'Strike Cola' and Tizer ("made from girders") covered in steam and condensation. Very often (every week) a 'little old lady' would push in and elbow you in the ear and shout:
"Here Sid. Can you put my steak puddings in this bowl and keep em warm in the back of the range."
You don't seem to get the same kind of clientèle in the Pizza shop!
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