Waking on Sunday morning with a vicious hangover and a need for a fry up

[Sir C]

I'm outraged. Chips for breakfast is basically how the Roman Empire declined and fell. Except with them it was probably dormice and bumming.

These were skinny chips, twice-fried the night before, then thirdly-fried. Oh God now I'm salivating. I ADDED BROWN SAUCE! BROWN!