Now, to make things clear right up front, I have loved Wimpy ever since an English friend took me to one back in 1996. Every time I have visited England since then, I have tried (not always successfully) to have at least one meal at a Wimpy. I have also longed, for years, to show my sweetie around England in general, and to take her to Wimpy (among other places) in particular.
Well, it took some effort, but we got there, and it was all worth it to see the look on her face when she took her first bite of battered cod. She loves her fish, and Wimpy (or this Wimpy, anyway) does it particularly well.
And then, when I offered her a bite of my pork bendy, her eyes lit up all over again with surprise and delight.
Now, when I ask her where she wants to eat, Wimpy is always on the list of options. read more