These aren’t only takeaway joints, they’re institutions. They’re our saviours in times of need, especially when craving something salty or sweet.
While often in relative hibernation during the day, they surge to life as the sun begins to fade. Becoming one of the few consistent nocturnal hubs of life in many of our towns. The food may be as humble as the shop’s facade. And, we know exactly what we’re getting — no menu needed.
But for years they’ve never let us down. Stoic sentinels of small town streets. Dishing up deep fried nostalgia and piping hot comfort; often with a side of genuine, ‘How ya goin’?’ interest that only comes with serving multiple generations of folks with the same last name.
Takeaway joints, we bloody love ‘em.