On the subject of fries. It is very unusual to get potato chips/fries with a restaurant meal here. They are all serving 'potato wedges'. Of course it must be because they are unpeeled and chunky taking up more space on the plate with less effort. But, you haven't lived until you have had South African "Slap Chips" I only know of one fish 'n chips outlet that manages to cook the potato fries in this manner. The chip is deep fried but when served is as limp as………(you finish the sentence.). For some , chips must be a tanned bronze and stiff as a board. Some thin like MacDonalds match sticks. You can keep them all. Just give me slap chips and a blob of tomato sauce…..yes, not mayo, and I'm a happy Chappy.
Adelaide - early 1960s - women still wore hats and gloves to go into Town and airline pilots would advise passengers to "Set your watches back 20 years" as you came in to land. I was setting out to drive to Melbourne (about 9 hours) when a friend asked if I could take 2 passengers with me. Turned out they were folk singers who were fairly famous and I was a fan of theirs.
Got to Melbourne and they directed me to a big, old house in the "arty" part of town where 4 or 5 others were staying. I recognised some that I had seen on folk shows on TV and on record covers and started to get shy and bumbled along wishing I could become invisible. Then another couple arrived carrying a stack of cardboard boxes.
"Hope you like pizza" said the girl, holding the box out to me. We were sitting on the floor in a circle and I couldn't see any knives or forks...What do I do now? One of the men took a triangle of pastry with chopped up vegetables on it and started eating it like a sandwich. I copied him and found this new food was delicious if a bit messy.
I had a few moments of embarrassment when the mozzarella stretched to my arm's length but by then I could laugh with them. They doodled along with guitars, showing and sharing bits with each other.
I could have stayed there but had to leave to get to the original destination.
Travel! Set out and head for pastures new[br] Life tastes the richer when you’ve road worn feet.[br]Ibn Battuta[br]