Rumbled. Just about every other chip shop in the Fens and the Brecks is a Rumbles. And Googling it there's loads everywhere. A low rent franchise? A front trading sham? Anyhoo, faced with a late end to the working day out in the Cambridgeshire bad lands I had to fill a hole and only this would do to fill a hole. Scarfed down on a lonely bench. Gastro porn it wasn't. A simple roadside sausage. Not one that Bourdain would eulogise about, or his brother disconcertingly denounce as a false childhood memory. A partially battered tube of mechanically recovered "pork product" in a Styrofoam container, no condiments or tiny two pronged wooden fork. Heavenly.
And whisper this. Not from a Rumbles but from The Cod Father.
BB, delightful, that sassy is grim. I wonder what was in that cardiac diet? Would carp eat it? McEwan's Chappion is hairs on your sporran. John
ReplyDeleteIt was hot and I had another job then 70 miles home. A lovely drop that McEwan's. Not for when you've got an early start.
Delete"I do like the stronger beers too" he says, while pleading he is not an alcoholic!
ReplyDeleteSomeone has to drink them just to make sure..
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