Don’t get me going on cheesy chips....
Ok, you just did....
Thought I’d give em a go. Love cheesy chips, you know, when the cheese is all gooey & melted on top...
Thin paper bag of the thinnest “fries” imaginable & half a handful (yes, hand, no glove or utensil involved) of dry, processed, grated cheese sprinkled on top.
“Erm, excuse me young man. Could you put some a bit more cheese on that please. A pound extra for half a teaspoon is a bit out of order”
Decent sized handful (yes, hand, still no glove or utensil involved) lobbed on top.
Brief sprinkle of vinegar & already the flimsy bag is showing signs of stress.
Last few mouthfuls I ate straight out of my hands as the bag had long since given up the ghost.
Oh, and the cheese never did melt & become the oozy mess I was looking forward to.
Oh #2. NO BOVRIL. GET IN THE SEA WITH YOUR “STREET FOOD AT THE FOOTBALL” IDEAS.