In Ireland, a good night out is always judged by the amount of laughs, stories and craziness that occurs in the night. On many occasions, these nights out (in my twenties for me, but can be for any age) were ended by a visit to the chipper.
In our case, Supermacs. Tradition.
The Irish chain, originated in Ballinasloe, bringing us the snack box, curry or garlic cheese chip is a well known hangover cure. I haven’t been to Supermacs after 9 pm at night for many, many years but I am sure it all still goes on. Deadly queues of drunken, tired, make up encrusted victims of the nightlife. Queue skippers. Death stares. Over ordering. Elbows. On one occasion, I can remember a guy realising that the guy in front of him in the queue was wearing the jacket he had had stolen from him in the nite club. People have words in Supermacs. People have scuffles in Supermacs. Supermacs has doormen at night. Taking your life into your hands for curry cheese chips. I wouldn’t attempt to stand outside Supermacs in a city after midnight. Carnage.
Last Sunday, we brought our children to the swimming pool. Well, my husband brought them in and I watched. Afterwards, we needed to eat. We decided on the Supermacs counter in the Centra garage outside town. Now, before the Food Police attack, we don’t give the girls fast food all the time. Yet there are occasions we need food. Fast. My girls love chippies. They are a treat so this was it.
The were getting hungry at this stage. Hangry! Kids meals were purchased and red sauce distributed.
Betsy gets full quickly and offered her chicken nuggets to myself and Mr Paper. Gigi has a much larger appetite. However, she wanted to share too and offered Daddy a nugget. She wanted to be like Betsy. One subtle difference. You were not expected to actually partake in the offering.
Big mistake. Daddy ate half.
Gigi went nuts. She wanted to offer the food but not actually give it away. There was a full return expected.
-Daddy! You gobbled it all up…YOU GOBBLED IT ALL UP.
Gigi has a temper and it sometimes flares. We don’t see it so much now she is getting older but suddenly the red mist descended.
As all parents know, there are no take backs or second chances in kid world if you cut the sandwich, put gravy on the plate or eat half of the nugget.
I had to hold her back.
I can alway tell by her eyes if she has flipped.
Her eyes told me.
Legs and everything were flaking.
As soon as it starts it stopped.
Gizmo to Gremlin to Gizmo.
So home we went.
After a good day out, a decent laugh and a bit of a scuffle in Supermacs over a chicken nugget.
My children have experienced an Irish tradition.