Curry Heaven

There occasionally comes a time on a Friday or Saturday night when a choice has to be made; keep drinking and suffer in the morning, or pause for a take away. At that point any pretences of health consciousness have already long since been abandoned and one must focus instead on damage limitations. There are no spaces for salad now. Now is the time for cheesy chips, greasy pizza, kebabs, pakora and, for the very brave, the munchy box.
I was recently faced with such a choice and opted for food. Specifically, I wanted cheesy chips. I didn’t know this part of town all that well but what I do know is that Glasgow is built to take care of its drunks and that, therefore, a take away restaurant could not be too far away. I was correct.
My partner and I opted for a medium portion of thick cut, cheesy chips each and a medium chicken pakora to share. The pakora is more or less what you’d expect — big chicken nuggets in red batter (why is it always red at take aways? I’m sure it isn’t in restaurants. What makes it red?) The pakora sauce tasted like salad cream with paprika in it, which it might well have been. Fine for soaking up alcohol but nothing to write home about.
However, the cheesy chips were another story. I am no a chip evangelist. I recognise that good chips can elevate a meal to previously unexpected heights and that bad chips can ruin one but apart from that I just expect chips to be average. These were not average. They were very thickly cut and perfectly fried — hot crispy, fluffy, salty, cheesy perfection. I mean, I know I wasn’t exactly sober at the time, but I feel very strongly about how good these chips were. Really.
So there you have it. If you’re in the area and in need of something to soak up that one drink too many then don’t settle for less. Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you don’t deserve the best chips.