...I remember, it was my late teens. A cold and frosty night after an evening's gigging. Mist drifting through the pub car park off the river Ouse. Hungry!
And there it was. A death-burger van, still open for glorious lard-encrusted business. The chips I bought were so good; with a perfect touch of salt 'n vinegar. I tell you that vendor of fine foodstuffs was in his own way a genius!
I had to have another portion, it would have been a crime against late nights after the pub not to sample that newspaper wrapped glory one more time.
Ah, such a happy chipmem.