I made a packet of (Dunnes Stores) curry chips in the microwave, the ingredients are 68% curry sauce, 30% chips. A bit of a peculiar ratio. They’re not nearly as bad as I thought they’d be. Like oven chips slattered in that old-fashioned sweet curry. I must learn how to make a curry sauce from scratch one of these years.
That’s gravy with some potatoes in it! NTTAWWT 
1.24am? Post-pub, perchance?
Nope. I was up late correcting assignments. You would not believe how many Britney Spears websites I had to trawl through.
So many questions…
I have curry chips as my starter every Sunday night.
Best from a chipper but the place I have them in Chicago aren’t bad at all.
Still prefer brown sauce or vinegar but they’re not bad.
Curry sauce works better on “oven” or plain chips IMHO rather than the fish n chip shop type. They are so flavoursome with a bit of vinegar that curry spoils them a bit. Fish n chip shop chips dipped in mayonnaise are lovely though.
The bar in Evanston where I work does a killer curry chip. I think I’ll have some tonight. The key is to take the chips and let them sit in the curry sauce (served on the side) for a minute to soak up a bit.
Tommy Nevins or the Celtic Knot?
Celtic Knot of course! I was at Nevins the day they opened and knew Steve Prescott very well. It’s sad to see what his fine place has become since then.
Yep no longer a big fan of Nevins. Only ever had lunch at the Knot.
Curry forever!
I wish I had some curry sauce.
We have some oven chips in the freezer. But the only curry sauce in the house is Hubby’s Lloyd Grosman Balti sauce that his mum shipped over (12 weeks or so by surface mail!). He’d kill me if he got home & found I’d et his Balti with chips…
Plus Balti’s full of capsicum. An’ I hate capsicum. I feel chips go much nicer with a korma or butter chicken.
I had the real deal tonight with rice. Yummy!
Ahhh, half and half, chips, rice and curry sauce, with chicken balls, from the Ho-Ho, Dublin Road, Belfast… memories are made of things like that.
Y’know, nauseatingly undercooked batter that you can only eat drunk and then you learn, after eating two years of nights out worth, that the place is under investigation by the City Council for poor hygene.
And then it’s all knocked down and you look back on it as a dream. A tasty, post pub dream.
We call the half and half a three-in-one.