The pun on which the name was based has, if not on the proprietors, surely been lost by now on the customer. But that's the only complaint really - this is a large, traditional chip shop with a cracking menu and rave reviews. It also has the cutest single table and seat outside for anyone brave enough to open their wrapping in full gaze of passing motorists.
I don't know what's the greatest praise I've heard for it: that a friend walks four miles there and back so Be My Chip's chips can be his chips, or that when seeking to extend its hours of operation, workers from the court, fire and police stations over the road wrote to the council offering letters of support.
So what's the deal? Can't its batter be beaten?
It's not so much that the food is spectacularly different or super-cheap, rather that it's rare these days to enter a chip shop of this size, slightly romantically stepping down from street level to go inside. Local businesses and students from the neighbouring college form a swathe of its customer base, which isn't too shabby given a main road location which doesn't encourage residential trade. Parking, then, becomes an issue outside of office hours as you'll likely be driving so that you can (was this the pun) be a guest. But you should be able to find a legitimate bay outside the police station and former court building on the opposite side of the street. It might be a scramble for that table though. read more