Tasty Snacks

Mother of God.
So, growing up in Knocknaheeny, the «Churchfield Chipper» as it’s locally known, was a childhood institution. We’d look forward to the days mum or dad would announce they were in the mood for a fish supper, the pots and pans stayed quiet, and I was sent forth to bring home the grub.
20 years since moving to America, I brought my heavily pregnant Californian wife to my home patch. She asked what I wanted to do, and a visit to the chipper was top of the list, and there was only one place I wanted to go.
Quality? The word doesn’t come close. I hear people wax poetic about Lennox’s. Or Dino’s. Golden Fry. Or this Douglas-​ified KCs with their gourmet nonsense. Eejits, the lot of them. Gobshites and langers who don’t know what they speak of, I say. These are quite possibly the best chips in Cork. Therefore the best in Ireland, and by extension, the best on earth. Yep. In centuries to come, when aliens visit the planet, those in the know will get their fix from here.
And it’s quantity. Such quantity. Order a pie, you get two. Order a sausage, you get two. Order the fish, I dare you. I double dare you. ’cause yeah, you’re getting two. Two pieces of fish big enough to go surfing on. My wife bit into it, moaned slightly, and proclaimed it the best fish and chips she ever had.
«Waaah, but it’s in the northside! I don’t wanna go up there!» Ah, stop now and come off de stage. The soundest people, and this place has some of the best service. My wife ended up inviting our cab driver to stay with us in California, for god’s sake.
So stop reading this, grab the wife, throw the kids in the Focus, and head over for a feast.