Enjoying dinner at a picnic table for this food cart pod I recently discovered, and a stranger asks if he can sit at my table. That was the start of a 10–15-minute conversation about the joys of fish and chips and a few out-of-town suggestions where I can find more.
Who would have thought I could be so chatty with someone I've never previously met? My normal yearlong conversational warm up period was waived.
But I suppose given a great and proper topic, I can open up with anyone.
I'm thinking that as long as the fish is not too thickly battered, and the chips are basic chips and not some of the sliced potato variations and takes that every so-called chef and hipster cook seems to like to experiment with and push onto us, I could enjoy them for dinner, every evening. It's the food from heaven.
I'm pretty sure that when Jesus fed the hungry with fish, they just accidently omitted the mention of chips and deep frying.
You know how everyone in the world (but me), gets so freaking ga-ga and googly eyed about cheese and pizza? ..... Well that's myself with fish & chips.
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