I am going to be honest one of my favourite things in the world is chip shop chips, brought from an English chippy; preferably served with lots of salt and vinegar and eaten from paper with a wooden chip fork.
And my favourite chippy in the entire world is Winking Willy’s in Scarborough, North yorkshire. Other chip shops come close, but for nostagia, setting and probably a snigger at the comedy name, Winking Willy’s is always my favourite.
So, on my recent trip home to Blighty to visit my in-laws in Scarborough, I made a beeline for my favourite chippy.
No trip to any sea-side town would be the same without popping into the chippy. They are one of the foods which I crave when living overseas and they never taste quite the same anywhere else. Maybe it is just the overall experience I enjoy, but whatever it was, on this occasion, the chips were fantastic and lived up to my expectations.
But on the downside, the seagulls had become much more aggressive since my last trip; with chip snaffling tactics now involving dive bombing customers and pecking at feet. This did somewhat interfere with the enjoyment of one of my favourite meals, but who can blame the the seagulls really.