While Iâm not a member of this group, Iâm hoping to push for associate membership by the end of the year. To this end, I went out of my way to bring back some notes on Edinburgh chippers. I didnât go through the usual cod and chip test. Instead I went for a battered Mars bar and a haggis in a chipper in the Grassmarket area of town. I knew the haggis would be foul as I got a little taste of it in a âRabbie Burns Breakfastâ that morning, so I actually duped one of the lads to get it for experimental purposes. Such foulness has never passed my lips before and never will again, yer man took a bite and fucked it away. Of more intrigue was the battered Mars Bar, I took great care to watch the process from start to finish. The young girl behind the bar was obviously new on the job and actually had to ask her senior for guidance. Anyway a fresh Mars bar (standard size) was unwrapped and dipped into a bucket of batter. It was then lobbed straight into the boiling oil for about four mintes until she came out, looking a bit like what a square handy sized battered sausage would look like. I naively expected the Mars bar to almost melt away to nothing but this didnât happen, instead it just sort of carmelised and hardened a bit. Of course it tasted fairly sickly but youâd have to admire the concept. I ate about 8% of the final product before fucking it away. I feel the Scots havenât brought it to its natural conclusion however, surely a âMars Boxâ would be the way to go, with about six fun size Mars Bars battered and added to a box of chips in the way a fish box is often done. One for the future perhaps.
While Iâm not a member of this group, Iâm hoping to push for associate membership by the end of the year. To this end, I went out of my way to bring back some notes on Edinburgh chippers. I didnât go through the usual cod and chip test. Instead I went for a battered Mars bar and a haggis. I knew the haggis would be foul as I got a little taste of it in a âRabbie Burns Breakfastâ that morning, so I actually duped one of the lads to get it for experimental purposes. Such foulness has never passed my lips before and never will again, yer man took a bite and fucked it away. Of more intrigue was the battered Mars Bar, I took great care to watch the process from start to finish. The young girl behind the bar was obviously new on the job and actually had to ask her senior for guidance. Anyway a fresh Mars bar (standard size) was unwrapped and dipped into a bucket of batter. It was then lobbed straight into the boiling oil for about four mintes until she came out, looking a bit like what a square handy sized battered sausage would look like. I naively expected the Mars bar to almost melt away to nothing but this didnât happen, instead it just sort of carmelised and hardened a bit. Of course it tasted fairly sickly but youâd have to admire the concept. I ate about 8% of the final product before fucking it away. I feel the Scots havenât brought it to its natural conclusion however, surely a âMars Boxâ would be the way to go, with about six fun size Mars Bars battered and added to a box of chips in the way a fish box is often done. One for the future perhaps.
If my heroism in eating this foulness was transposed into a metaphor and onto celluloid it would look very similar to Forrest Gumpâs amazing rescuing of those injured marines that time, Dunph.
good work SS. Scottish chippers throw up all sorts of wonderful concoctions. You didnât happen to come cross a battered black pudding? Fantastic stuff.
I remember going in the chipper in Glasgow once and asking for chicken and chips, the fella who was with me ordered the same. The server promptly pulled a full chicken out of the fridge, sliced it in half with a meat cleaver and then fired both portions in the deep fat fryer. Some feed.
mac if you read the report youâll see the penguin in new ross is included in there under tipperhairy⌠they do a serious taco chip⌠hmm might just give them some business at lunch time
I had a few handy pints around the town last night to see if I could spot the dunph, I had a noble feed in the Pigeon Hut to finish off the nightâŚThe best chicken fillet meal in the country if not the world
Unless someone has eaten every chicken fillet meal from every eatery in the World and done a comparison on them all then there isnât a way to prove it. Up ah up ah up ah.