The end of an era

One that didn't get away We’ve been lucky enough to have a very nice chippy up the road. Peggottys was a neat family operation, one of that dwindling pool of old-school independent shops. We’ve gone there roughly once a week all year and gotten to know the folks there, so we were sad to learn that they were selling up to a group that runs several chippies in Colchester.

The hand over occurred a few days ago, and tonight was our first chance to frequent the establishment under their new ownership. Sadly, it wasn’t nearly as good as before. They had definitely changed either their suppliers and/or their processes. The fish was hard and rubbery, and the chips were pale and greasy. All in all, not the win.

Very sad, really. Luckily there are other chippies within ready walking distance, and we’re only here another month, so this isn’t catastrophe it might have been. Still, we will miss the Peggottys folks, their hospitality, and their food. If I’d thought of it sooner, it would have been really cool to have taken a photo of them all at the shop, but that moment has passed.

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4 Responses to The end of an era

  1. WeatherGirl says:

    I’m soooooo sad. It used to be so tasty. Last Saturday’s fish and chips was such a disappointment.

  2. I was thoroughly confused by this post. What are chippies, I wondered. I googled “chippy” and discovered that they are either (1) a place where one buys fish and chips, or (2) a female prostitute, “especially a young and inexpensive one.” So I was left to ponder — do you enjoy fish and chips, or do you enjoy young cheap prostitutes? I’m pretty sure it’s the former, but I don’t judge. Either way, sorry your chippies are gone.

  3. Phi says:

    Yikes! I wasn’t familiar with the second usage. I’m definitely talking about the fish and chip variety.

    Sorry about the confusion and thanks for the feedback.

  4. CoryQ says:

    I hate it when all the cheap whores are gone…

    No, wait, uh, what I meant was I hate it when a good restraunt goes under. Local joints are a special kind of gem that not only contain substance for the body, but a kind of refreshment of for the mind as well.

    Only a month left in the UK, huh? Are you excited to be returning to the great plains?

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