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  • Funky Food Guide

     Standing impressively in a car park on The Interchange retail park, The Snack Attack Eat n' Go had our mouths watering the moment we arrived. The menu - although not extensive - was adequate enough to suit the tastes of even the most discerning eaters.

    Caravan

    The eatery, which owner Mavis Ramsbotham told us had just had an extensive refit, now boasts an outdoor seating area for eight diners. "First we re-painted the caravan," explained Mavis, "and then we bought some plastic furniture. Of course, you can still stand up and lean on the counter if you prefer."

    Parasols

    Ms Funky and I chose to be seated. The tables were clean with brightly coloured parasols providing customers with ample shade. Also provided was a good selection of condiments with the minimum of grunge clinging to the rims and lids of the sauce bottles.

    Radio Two

    The strains of Radio Two played softly in the background as we browsed the menu. For starters, my wife and I both opted for the spicy tomato mug-o-soup which was peppery hot and was brought promptly to our table by Mavis's son, Albert. The soup was fine, but the croutons could have been a trifle crunchier. All in all, though, we both agreed that it had been a wise choice.

    MK Dons 1.

    When it came to ordering our main courses, for me it was a toss-up between the bacon and tomato on French, or the sausage and egg on brown.
    After pondering for a few moments I chose the former. I was not disappointed.

    Lincoln 1

    After a lot of oohing and aahing, her indoors finally gave in to the lure of the quarter-pound burger with cheese, with an extremely generous portion of chips for accompaniment served in a white polystyrene tray. We decided to share them.

    Said

    My bacon was cooked to perfection and the real tinned tomatoes were sweet and delicious. Smothered in thick, wholesome brown sauce, it went down a treat. It has to be said, though, that the bread was slightly over chewy. However, this was only a slight blip on an otherwise perfect sandwich.

    Griddled

    My wife's burger was, she remarked: 'griddled perfectly', and the cheese slice more than adequate. The chips were freshly cooked and unpretentious. Superb, we both agreed.

    Legs

    For drinks, I ordered tea which arrived piping hot in an un-chipped mug. In all honesty, it was slightly (and I mean only ever so slightly) stewed. This apart, it would have been a champion brew.

    Bums

    Ms Funky opted for a carton of fruit juice with a little red straw taped to the side. It was slightly tepid but 'full of natural fruit flavour', she told me.

    Tits

    For dessert, I couldn't resist a Penguin biscuit; it was as good as any I'd eaten anywhere, and my wife, this being her official January birthday, went to town and ordered a whopping thick slice of fruit flapjack. She described it as 'orgasmic'.

    Stella Artois

    The whole experience cost us just £7.22 pence. Extremely good value, we both agreed.

    Feeling Full

    We drove away from the eatery feeling full and content and promising ourselves that we would return for our wedding anniversary in  November.

    Short Paragraph, my hands 'urtin'

    It can't come quick enough. Lovely stuff.

    Food 4*
    Service 3*
    Value  5*

  • Feeling Peckish

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    There are a few things that I need to say regarding one of my
     most favoured foods. Dating back to 1730 (That's
    halfpast five to you), fish and chips have had a long
    standing as
    Britain
    's best fast food.  Fish and chips
    are not served in newspaper. The news paper thing is from the
    fairly recent past.  The reason for the use of yesterday's
    news to serve this find product was not just our century old
    tradition of recycling but of course cost.  Being that modern newspaper print is a little toxic people started going off the concept of eating food from it.

    When I go to Brighton or any other seaside town, the Fish And
    Chip Shop (A.K.A. Chip Shop, Chippie), is my first port of
    call.  There is something magical about the Chippie, it
    contains so many memories whether childhood; the first time
    I went by myself and bought my first bag of chips or
    juvenile; the first time I got drunk and bought a bag of chips
    on the way home from the pub. The bag of chips probably ended
    up in someone's front garden, with me attached to it!

    We British don't eat fish and chips in the same way we would
    eat a McDonald's. It is more of a lunch time meal taken 'open'
    so you can eat it straight away sitting on a bench, or a
    replacement for dinner on lazy days.  You run to the Chippie
    get your food 'wrapped'  and then take it back home and eat it
    in front of the telly.  Some people would transfer it to a
    plate but not diehards like myself; I like it out of the paper, plenty of salt and malt vinegar, a can of beer in my left hand and the remote control not too far from my right.
    No knife, fork or tartar sauce that's for the Toffs .

    The fish used is not just cod, you will find, hake, plaice,
    and rockfish on offer too. If you cannot stand the idea of a
    fish being slaughtered to meet your selfish needs you can
    always pick up a nice steak and kidney or chicken and mushroom pie! If you are one of those vegetarian kind of people you're out of luck although you would be hard pushed to find meat in those pies sometimes.

    What else will you find on offer in this low cholesterol environment? Well, apart from those classic pies. The young ladies of the
    Chippie, sixth from school girls being the employee of the
    choice, will have deep fried sausages (sausages in batter),
    saveloys (a type of sausage that has had far more exposure
    to a loaf of bread than a pig) and fish cakes (some love them). The there's pickled eggs, pickled onions and very tasty gherkins (pickled cucumber) I had better mention Kebabs as well or I wil incur the wrath of Jules!! ,,,  . They have taken to frying all manner of things in batter these days, even Mars bars, so I'm told on good authority by Baxter. I wonder if they do underpants.

    Take a look here. It's amazing

    http://fcmx.net/vec/get.swf?i=003702

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