Chips in the UK. Never say ‘fries’. You will be marched out the Chippy (fish and chip shop).
This was my lunch yesterday along with 10 glasses of water to wash all that salt and vinegar down. When I returned to my desk I seemed happier, more in touch and quite happy to deal with people, PowerPoint and Excel. When you come to Blighty (London) you must have chips. They will ask if you want it ‘open or wrapped?’. Always say ‘open’ otherwise they will get mushy and moist wrapped up and cook in their own heat and subsequently get soggy. And no one likes soggy chips. You will also be given a wooden 3 pronged fork. You will have to change your clothes or you will smell like chips for the rest of the day. This is not necessarily a bad thing. It is best not to watch them being prepared. I mean, anything dumped in 2 gallons of oil can not be good for you. Oh, we don’t use gallons here-make that 2 litres of oil. Gross.
This is a meal in itself and a good one too. Tomorrow I will showcase fish and chips, a stock meal among the working class in England as a consequence of the rapid development of trawl fishing in the North Sea and the development of the railways which connected the ports to major industrial cities during the second half of the 19th century, which meant that fresh fish could be rapidly transported to the heavily populated areas. And you thought this post was all about the food. Fish and chips is a way of life here. And that is no fish story.