I know my last post was about chips but these two meals happened a week apart, promise.
A day trip on Saturday to the lovely English city of Oxford was made even better when I spotted this glowing fluorescent sign.* What I love most about it is the little man in the corner with the axe who declares ‘I’d kill for chips’ and judging by the look on his face, I’d say he’s not joking.
So I decided to try these chips people will apparently kill for and I’m happy to report that they were good. Really good. A bit on the oily side (as you can see on the paper), but made from real potatoes that had been cut up and fried. Eat your heart our Mr McCain.
The best thing is the way they are served here in the UK – with the top open. So that you can dig straight in with your fingers or use the cute little wooden forks they leave on the counter. I chose to use my fingers because I can’t stand to touch flat wooden paddle pop sticks, they give me the shivers… but that’s another story.
Happy eating, Christie
135 High Street
*Sorry for the crappy photo of the sign, but the shop was down a dark alley.