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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Fast food my arse

I don't often eat fast food but when I do I want it fast, or there would be no point. So why is that that the humble chippy now has longer waiting times for the crap they sell than some of the posh restauraunts. I understand that they have to try and cut down on wastage, if only to bolster their already inflated profits, but to cook chips only when a customer walks in and asks for them is ludicrous.

Its the same with fish, pies, puddings, name it. Now I don't like it but I would put up with it if it wasn't for the fact that if you order a pie or a pudding in the evening more often than not it will be an already warmed pie from the afternoon session, and that microwaved. Where once the mushy peas you bought in a supermarket were a pale imitation of the chippy peas, its now the other way round.

I hate waiting If I wanted to wait I would go to Lounge 10 for a decent meal and enjoy a good wine whilst I waited. A friend of mine has a chippy so I know how hard it can be to make a living cooking chips for ungrateful bastards like me, but you don't have to wait at her establishment, and as cynical as dealing with the public can make you, she has so far managed to avoid going down that road, plus her chips are edible, which is more than I can say for most chippies.

Old timers say that chips don't taste the same these days, and they don't, because the EEC stopped the great British chippy from using lard with just a dash of colts foot oil many years ago. Youngsters don't know any better, they have only ever tasted the tepid, tired, pale, limp excuses for chips that we have had to endure from the seventies onwards.

Chippy Gravy, now what can I say about that, erm let me see, “Its shit”. But all these little peeves aside, I really could put up with the dross that they sell, in exchange for a fast meal however awful it tasted, its a fair swap. But I wont put up with both, I hate waiting, so shove yer chips up yer arse.

By the way, if your a meat and potato pie, or pudding lover don't go to Norfolk, they have never heard of them, and I think the slow food syndrome started there first. Lets face it who with a brain wants to eat cheese and rabbit pie.

If you want a decent portion of chips with fish that tastes like it should, try Stalybridge, there is a chippy there that knows how to cook this type of food, can't remember the name but its in the center and I think is the only chippy open at night. An Italian guy owns it, nuff said.

Labels: chips, fast food, lounge 10, Pie, stalybridge

posted by Dave G at 12:55 pm

4 Comments:

Blogger KAZ said...

Bloody 'ell Dave - I'm longing for chips now. Even a few McCains would do.
Did you mention lard? Apparently Delia swears by it with or without that ?? oil. Is that the flower that's a bit like a dandelion?

Staley Vegas eh? You know where the night life is.

9:40 pm  
Blogger Dave G said...

KAZ

I believe it is the plant,bark,roots,leaves, whatever rather than the foot of a young horse, its good for your skin too I'm told. I never use anything else. Lard isn,t very healthy but I tried making chips with it a few month ago and they were luverley.

10:46 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

Wow - I just googled 'Lounge 10'.
It looks fab - especially for a person used to Wetherspoons like myself.
I've been an urbane city centre person for years, but I don't know it.

5:01 pm  
Blogger Dave G said...

KAZ
Its rather spiffing isn't it and it a lot larger than the website suggests. As the clock strikes twelve tables and chairs are moved to the room boundries, exposing the dance floor and Lounge 10 becomes a nightclub. A friend of mine owns the limo business People 2 Places, and on occasion I arrive in style. How I leave is another matter "Hic"

11:41 am  

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