AS chip shop names go, I'm tempted to ask: 'Does this one take the biscuit?'
My server smiled for me when I suggested his fries might help me to get a better degree, but then I tried them.
Tipping the small, closed tray by accident while trying to open my car door resulted in a dog-sized pool of vinegar on the floor.
The wilting chips were brown, soft and hardly brain food.
Weighing in at 200g on my in-car scales, my 90p portion was poor value for students and lecturers alike.