09-Jul-2002, 10:27 AM
Leyland was certainly blessed with chippies. of the real kind with real identifying names of some character- not just 'Takeaways'.Here they peddle anything from sausages and crabsticks to Hamburgers, Dim sims and the one down the road from me provides Sushi which caters for the more exotic tastes.
We always went to BATTERSbys in Bamber Bridge Station Rd near the Withy Trees right through the war and after.
It was the Ritual that was part of the pleasure in any self -
respecting chippy wasn't it.You see people I think have lost the art of appreciating The Queue.You could stand at the end of a long line of customers beginning outside in the freezing cold and dark with just the light of the shop ahead and there was always the aroma drifting around and the sizzle of the fat.Not to mention luckier ones coming out clutching paper parcels of cod and chips plus the cone filled with mushy peas, and sometimes poking a hole in the paper to make you jealous.If you were lucky the ones leaving would give you a sample.
Was often sent out at a very young age -maybe 8 -with the order -and no-one seemed to worry if I was late.O well it was just a long queue at the Chip Shop!
I can see Mrs Battersby now dipping the fish into the batter and straight into the vat.At less busy moments cutting the chips by hand and not like those bootlace things from MacDonalds.Not one of her chips was identical.It was a work of art.
Hey Ho!
We always went to BATTERSbys in Bamber Bridge Station Rd near the Withy Trees right through the war and after.
It was the Ritual that was part of the pleasure in any self -
respecting chippy wasn't it.You see people I think have lost the art of appreciating The Queue.You could stand at the end of a long line of customers beginning outside in the freezing cold and dark with just the light of the shop ahead and there was always the aroma drifting around and the sizzle of the fat.Not to mention luckier ones coming out clutching paper parcels of cod and chips plus the cone filled with mushy peas, and sometimes poking a hole in the paper to make you jealous.If you were lucky the ones leaving would give you a sample.
Was often sent out at a very young age -maybe 8 -with the order -and no-one seemed to worry if I was late.O well it was just a long queue at the Chip Shop!
I can see Mrs Battersby now dipping the fish into the batter and straight into the vat.At less busy moments cutting the chips by hand and not like those bootlace things from MacDonalds.Not one of her chips was identical.It was a work of art.
Hey Ho!