Originally Posted by
57vintage
No, there’s no such thing as a fast food takeaway in Aberdeen, or anywhere in the north east called a “chippy”, “chippie”, “chippé” or variants thereof. We have CHIPPERS, just be fuucking telt. Stan Boardman started this bastaard nonsense, and who’d want to be associated with that knob?
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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