I think I`ll start a petition to see if we can have you banned from the Monton coach. NO gravy on chips? and the liberal use of caps. I think you`ve turned into a bloody hippie due to the stress of lockdown.
I don`t know what Big Kev will say when I have to report to him.
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There's another Big Kev here who isn't entirely impressed with an Eccles girl turning her nose up at chips and gravy.
The varieties of gravy from chip shop to chip shop when I frequented them back in the 90's was akin to the options of size, shape and shades of ladies on offer in Amsterdam's red light district.
I'll start with Hope Chippy at the bottom of Park Road. Standard, no nonsense fayre. You knew exactly what you were getting.
The chippy opposite the Drop Inn on Monton Road - I can't really remember due to only ever visiting the premises after a session in the Blue Bell.
On Parrin Lane - rich, thick gravy but a controversial thin cut of chips. Best avoided unless you find yourself in a desperate situation.
Back into Eccles centre, and Mario's offered more standard tackle much like Hope.
Push on towards Wangies - there was a Chinese chippy at the end of Shakespeare Cresent. Only the brave darkened that particular door. A portion of chips and gravy from there, however tasty, would result in the same symptoms as a night on the Guinness.
On Patricroft Bridge, next to what used to be the Talk of the North, quality gravy that would please all types. They did a roaring trade on Friday and Saturday nights as people tucked in to their supper whilst watching the local hoodlums fighting each other as a result of sniffing of too many lager bottle tops.
The best is always last though.
Mr Choo - Winton. Opposite the Jolly Carter. The Willy Wonka of the gravy world. Slugworth would've given his right arm to find out what exactly went into Mr Choo's gravy to give it that unique taste. I must've gone through gallons of the stuff during my five years at St. Pat's. Then, I was exiled for a good 10-15 years to the other side of the country. I returned to Mr Choo's when my older brother bought a house nearby. Old Mr Choo was sadly no longer there but his son was now running the show. Unbelievably, he recognised me from my school days. I thought he might be humouring me but he said "You're the Man City fan who came in at dinner time years ago."
I ordered my chips and gravy and returned to our kid's to see if the apprentice had continued in his father's footsteps. No need to worry. The gravy was just as I'd remembered it and I needed an extra slice of bread to mop up.
Glorious stuff.
