A Young Couple On Holiday Was Driving Through The English Countryside

A young couple on holiday was driving through the English countryside when they approached the gates of a monastery. A sign on the gates announced “Public lunch served daily. Fish and chips our speciality.” The couple were quite hungry and, seeing that the noon hour had just passed, they decided to take advantage of their good luck and drive up the winding road to the refectory, where lunch was being served. They both ordered and quite enjoyed their fish and chips. They agreed that it was the best they had ever tasted. In fact, they were so pleased that they decided to find their way to the kitchen so they could compliment the chef who had prepared such a splendid meal. They walked down a long cobble stoned hallway, through brass-riveted oak doors and into the mossy and dimly-lit kitchen. There they saw a wizened and hunched little man tending to pots and pans by the hearth. “Excuse us.” they inquired. “Are you the fish friar?” “No,” he replied. “I’m the chip monk.’