Those were thoughts that got my saliva going and my tummy grumbling with a desire for chips from lillywhites.
As a kid those were the best most amazing bag of chips. Crunchy golden chip wonderness.
The bag of beautifulness was, well, epic.
Chips from lillywhites made an evening, the best take away treat surely anyone within walking distance of lillywhites chip shop.
Which happened to be located, thankfully where I grew up in sunny Briton Ferry, Wales.
It’s an odd, dangerous experience to revisit such an amazing memory from our youth, whether it’s food, a film, a place.
Those halcyon memories, should they be preserved or risked with ruin to find our adult taste buds, our adult minds or adult eyes have simply moved on, from halcyon to horror or humour at the thought of..
Why did I love that!!!
I passed the lillywhites today and it was sad to see it closed, it’s been closed for a few years, which I knew but sad all the same.
It was a house at the end of a terrace which they made into a chip shop. Proper cute and none of the modern fancy setups. Just pure love of the deep fried chip!
Thankfully for my risk of ruin, before they closed I did revisit when I first came home and those chips changed a 36 year old man to a child of 8, crunching on the best chips in the world.
So whilst the halcyon memory of my youth remained intact, it was my adult memory that felt the bitter sweet memory of knowing the chips were still amazing but the place is now closed, more so as I walked past today to see the quietness of the house where once queues of people were ready to pleasure their stomachs with flavorful taste of your offerings.
Whatever happened to the owners, thank you for making a boy and man happy, as I’m sure you did to the thousands of people who crossed your doorstep.