Good luck to chippy
Back in the day – I reckoned there was ne’er a toon Auld Ayr surpasses . . for deep fried fish and chips is masses.
There seemed to be a chip shop around every corner – and names like the Lucky Star or the Wellington Cafe were wrapped in local folklore like a greasy newspaper.
But there were dozens more – The Railway Cafe, the Cream Crim and the one down at the seaside amusements, whose name escapes me – are but a few.
Why do I have a sudden feeling that readers’ lists of Ayr – or Ayrshire’s - old chip shops are going to be winging their way to me all next week?
When you were young – and hungry – the general rule was that the best chip shop in town was the nearest one!
But when you get to connoisseur level – the really great chippies stand out from all the others.
So congratulations to Stephen Conetta and his team at Ayr’s Forehill Cafe who are finalists in contests to find the best chip shop in Scotland – as well as the best the UK. How come I never get invited to judge these things! But finally, a wee true story. In the late seventies, out with my mates, I bought a fish supper in the wee Sandgate chip shop opposite the bus station.
It was served inside an old Ayrshire Post – and my mates laughed at how my hard work had ended up as fish supper wrapping.
I had a look – and they were right – it was an Ayrshire Post. But closer inspection revealed it included an Ayr United report with “By Bob Shields” at the top.
“Laugh all you like lads, “I told them, “But will YOU ever get a fish supper with your name on it?
For months and even years later – I checked every newspaper wrapped fish supper I ever received.
But even deep fried fate never happens twice!