It had started to rain on our way back from our weekend down the far south coast in late 2008. I still couldn't surf and we still hadn't found a reasonably priced property to buy.
Some consolation late Sunday afternoon chips would no doubt cheer us up. We pulled over in the dreary, rural appropriately named main street of Bega, Carp St. and found the nearest fish and chip shop, not too hard there is only one.
It seemed fine, the usual Streets ice cream freezer, the omnipresent fridge jammed with multiple shelves of various sizes of Coke (do people really drink that much Coke?!! I don't drink it myself..), the range of assorted crumbed and fried mystery objects in the food warmer, nothing suspicious to forewarn of what was to come.
We ordered a gargantuan serve of chips and sat back to wait for the warming hot paper bundle to be handed over. Just over 36 seconds later - "hereyago"...gee, that was quick.
We huddled back in the car and as the windows steamed up and the dogs hung over our shoulders looking hungry we pulled open the wad and grabbed what appeared to be a standard, hot, steaming chip. Bit into it and BLEH! - still frozen in the middle !!! These unthawed sticks had been briefly wafted through the luke warm oil, just long enough for them to be coated in a thin film of lard and nowhere near long enough for them to even thaw in the middle. Shame really, they actually presented quite well.
Chip score: 2/10 COLD
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