Chip Pan Fires.

[Midland Retty]

conversley Galeon and on a personal note... "a Deep Fried Curly Wurly each day keeps Mrs Midland Retty Away"....and that can only be a good thing.

[Galeon]

If its works for you MR I would go with the flow , stay away from wispas though.

[Midland Retty]

Say Galeon why havent we seen you in the banter thread bar as yet?

[nearlythere]

You lot probably have been reading the lies printed in history books about a guy call Raleigh who allegedly sailed to the four corners of the world and found the potato.
Rubbish. He never got as far as Dublin where he spent manys an evening in Temple Bar getting lashed on Liffey Water. That was where he discovered the humble spud, took back to blighty and served it up to Lizzie as a bag of chips. That, by the way, was when chip pan fire first started.
Anyway, if he had stayed a little longer he would have discovered the many toppings and dressings that have been used to decorate the chip bag oft found in the hands of manys a staggering Oirishman nowadays.
Cheesy chips are a delicacy difficult to find on the mainland. There is also the gravy chip, curry sauce and chip and chilli sauce and chip starting to make inroads.

[Midland Retty]

Lets not forget "Mules et Frites" the european take of fish and chips. Bleurgh!

[Galeon]

Say Galeon why havent we seen you in the banter thread bar as yet?

MR I shall be making me way to the bar , and I will stand you a pint

[Midland Retty]

Good man yourself Galeon. You're talking my language.

[nearlythere]

Lets not forget "Mules et Frites" the european take of fish and chips. Bleurgh!

Know you meant to say moules et frite MR. Quite tasty frog nosh must say.
Think if moules ever made it big in the UK it would end up being battered and deep fried with salt, vinegar and served with pickled onions.

[kurnal]

Cant believe nobody has mentioned the mushy peas. No fish supper can possibly be complete without them.

[nearlythere]

Cant believe nobody has mentioned the mushy peas. No fish supper can possibly be complete without them.

Oh yeh. Forgot to mention moules et frite and mushy peas.

[colin todd]

I myself used to fall out of Benedicts in Belfast and cross the road to a fish and chip shop owned by a chap called John, who then used to spend time with me outside the shop putting the world to rights, as the student population of Belfast staggered home and I ate the Belfast fish and chips, which almost tasted as good as Scottish ones but only after many Bushmills. Sadly, the place is now a kebab shop and John runs an indian restaurant in Lurgan. Nothing stays the same in this world, sadly.

[nearlythere]

I myself used to fall out of Benedicts in Belfast and cross the road to a fish and chip shop owned by a chap called John, who then used to spend time with me outside the shop putting the world to rights, as the student population of Belfast staggered home and I ate the Belfast fish and chips, which almost tasted as good as Scottish ones but only after many Bushmills. Sadly, the place is now a kebab shop and John runs an indian restaurant in Lurgan. Nothing stays the same in this world, sadly.

How did you get into Benedicts. Benedicts only admits young trendy people like me and certainly does not admit people who wear bell bottoms and tank tops.

[Mr. P]

Deep fried ice cream, -real vanilla with choc crunch chips and toffee sauce running through.  (Ice cream has to be well chilled first)

[afterburner]

Peterhead is the venue you need. Haddock the size of a baby whale still flapping it's deep fried tail on a plate with no room for the chips (potato or choc crunch variety). And the large portions are just taking the p**s.
As for Benedicts, in Belfast, admission is gained through having the price of the drink readlily available, bell bottoms have been acceptable ever since Walter Raleigh never made it to Dublin (and therefore by default must have dropped his hook in Belfast instead).