Thursday, 24 September 2015
it's a chippy Jim, but . . .
Back in the good old UK, I was expecting to experience a couple of food staples that we do miss over here (France). I ticked the cream tea of the list after a happy and cosy couple of visits to tea emporiums with the suitably reassuring features of glass cake stands holding overly-large Victoria sponges, big soft scones, cottagy pictures and teapots as appose to the French 'bag-in-cup-of-tepid-water. I failed to visit an Indian restaurant, but did get to a fish and chip shop; but not something I would recognise as a F and C café, or this instance, restaurant. When did chippys start having glittery marble floors like the duty free department in an airport; champagne behind the counter and fancy oblong plates? The ones I hold dear in my heart are full of formica tables, mugs of tea and adverts for terrible pies.