Branston pickle was on our table ever since my mother discovered it. She loved it; I hated it. Mom and Dad are long gone, so I won’t ever have to hear, “If you don’t like your ____ then try your ____ with some Branston pickle.” No, Mom, your cooking was lousy, and Branston pickle was too, and it’s a wonder I ate enough food to survive childhood.
Now, Nova Scotia chow-chow–there’s a condiment! Goes with everything.
I always thought chutney (of whatever kind) was near the top of the list of unwanted Xmas gifts.
I’m undecided whether to get my brother a bottle of mango chutney, or a back hair remover.
Alas, no Branston pickle at the supermarket. 
As a semi-Brit (English mom), I really like Branston Pickle and most chutneys generally. I’m very partial to Patak’s Earl Grey chutney with a nice well aged cheddar and toast. Yum! Chow chow on the other hand, Bleh.
Toast, covered in grilled cheese, put on some Branston, top it off with baked beans