Originally posted by RED_JOHN
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Sea Salt and Sole is the best chipper I know in the city. Mike’s is good, but the Mugiemoss branch’s service is so slow I once grew a serviceable beard waiting for a steak pie supper. The Ashvale in Middleton Park, despite its HQ’s reputation, is dreadful. You’ve to put the chips in the spin drier to make them semi-edible, the batter’s softer than a Richie Byrne header, and the haddock crumbles like a referee’s judgement when a hun dives within 500 metres of a penalty box.
Nothing beats Violet’s in Keith circa 1968 though. Actual factual Proper Mannies’ dripping the frying medium, changed about every 6 months whether it needed it or not, chips double-fried, batter that could shatter a dodgy molar, and black, mealy, haggis and Lawson of Dyce reed puddens that could have been used by fluffers in **** films. Ace jukebox too, and those in the know had discovered how to manipulate the volume control. Yaas. Paint It Black or A Whiter* Shade Of Pale bass-heavy accompanying vinegar-drinking contests, and restoring old pennies and ha’pennies to mint (ha!) condition by putting them in a saucer of Coca Cola. The rumour was that dissolving a Disprin in a glass of Coke could induce an LSD-type experience, but this was never verified.
* no offence to the gay community



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