Since you ask. It's a chicken escalope, covered in egg and breadcrumbs, then deep fried. Then it's taken out, smothered in bechamel sauce and cheese and put under a grill. It's served with chips and either creamed cabbage or an hilariously small portion of salad, just to prevent you from having a heart attack in the middle of the night.
Feeling queasy now just thinking about that concoction. I have travelled this globe and ate some shite, but that would be a step too far even when double bladdered
Thats full of flavour, remember it wasn't that long ago all that was eaten was coal three times a day
Had a good laugh reading these comments but my take on this is If down South is so good why do you southerners, the other side of that safety barrier called the Thames, head up north so often ? Oh yes it's because we got the best tracks up here!
Brands gp is still the best marrion. It's just southerly busy... We head north because we like going on holiday, and everything is cheap!
I can't speak for the others Marion, not being a track demon like some of the lads, but I love the north. My dad is from Hull, and I have many fond memories of visiting family and the sights of this grand old town when I was young. It has only ever been topped by my visit to Jurassic park... I, myself was born and brought up in Devon. God's waiting room, and I profess it to be the best place to be on the island. A prevailing southwesterly wind means that the air here hasn't yet picked up the whiff of wet whippet as it passes over us and we are all infused with an air of 'putting off 'til tomorrow what could be done today' as a dangerously rushed piece of folly. The only fly in the ointment of life on the peninsula is my lack of sexual attraction to my sister has left me a bit of an outcast amongst friends and family.
