All pies are not created equal. The best pie I’ve ever eaten was in fact a pudding, which, I think, is surely a type of pie. And it was the other week. I’ve been eating puddings, of varying quality, all my life. They’re much of a muchness, reliably fine at whichever chip shop you decide to stumble into.
Grey and slightly flabby suet pastry, tipped out of a foil cup and onto a heap of chips. What you want when fish and chips seems like an expense too far. The type of thing you might see on Twitter posted by someone in America who is perhaps justifiably horrified and appalled at the sort of things we eat over here.
Then it all gets covered in ridiculous chip shop gravy that looks more like melted chocolate, and has suspicious lumps in it. It’s not pretty food, but I still love it. More so if there’s almost as much vinegar as gravy, but that’s perhaps just me.
