On a trip to the coast today I reet fancied a chip butty so went into the local chippy and said to the lady behind the counter “could I please have a chip butty?”
As soon as I saw the perplexed look on the poor girl’s face that I sounded
a) incredibly Yorkshire
b) a complete nutter
I then tried to explain the concept of a chip butty to someone that has never heard of such a thing.
“Bread cake? Bread roll? Chips in a sandwich”
Thankfully we bridged the Kiwi-Yorkshire language barrier and they provided me with two boxes, one containing some chips and another with a warm, buttered bread cake from which I could construct – under the watchful eyes of a hundred seagulls – my desired Chip Butteh. (No chip spice or vinegar so not quite perfect but good enough).
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