Nobody from Hull eats or asks for cod , fish and chips is haddock and chips , you have outed yourself Happy Clapper , where are you from ?
Nobody from Hull eats or asks for cod , fish and chips is haddock and chips , you have outed yourself Happy Clapper , where are you from ?
For me, the ultimate roll call is fish, chips, patty, scraps, salt, vinegar, two large pickled onions, plenty of bread and butter and a large pot of tea.
Not fish and chips, but today I went into Salisbury for a day out. We went to a very nice looking hotel for a meal. Ordered ribeye steak and chips. Wife had Surfvand turf. They forgot to cook the chips for both of us!
When the waiter brought them out he walked backwards until he was nearly out of the dining room slowly bowing like Basil!
I actually paid because for all of its ****e service the steak was spot on and worth the money.
Fish and chips down here can be dire. Coming up to Hull the difference in the fish is massive. Never ask for fish and chips down here,, you could end up with river cobbler.
Mayo's bad but COD kin hell nobody eats Cod from Hull surely.
The young lass( you know the one) is delightful.
A real nice lass, you're mate Carl is ****ing hard work though.
I honestly think one day when I ask for beans( I ask every time in full knowledge he doesn't do them- it's the little victories) he's going to pull me across the counter and stick my head in one of his fryers.
Either that or he'll throw an unopened can of Heinz baked beans into my face from three yards at full pelt , rendering me unconscious.
It's like I've asked him for sausage, chips and a quick rim job.
The disgust on his face is a sight to behold, it's pure hatred.
Next time you're in ask him for beans, I dare you.
The young lass( you know the one) is delightful.
A real nice lass, you're mate Carl is ****ing hard work though.
I honestly think one day when I ask for beans( I ask every time in full knowledge he doesn't do them- it's the little victories) he's going to pull me across the counter and stick my head in one of his fryers.
Either that or he'll throw an unopened can of Heinz baked beans into my face from three yards at full pelt , rendering me unconscious.
It's like I've asked him for sausage, chips and a quick rim job.
The disgust on his face is a sight to behold, it's pure hatred.
Next time you're in ask him for beans, I dare you.
Better idea. Next time Firthy and the international tigers are in town we should all go in there for lunch before the game, ordering individually and all ordering beans. See how far down the queue we get before he loses it.
Cod? It's London fish, nobody eats that **** round here.
I finally found a Sunderland chippy today and the bloke looked at me like some alien race when I asked for a patty.
Gutted.