....throughout England. He found most of the food bland and disappointing. Then, one day, he stopped at a small London pub for fish and chips. The meal was so good that he asked the owner for the recipe. The owner eventually admitted that he had bought the food from the monastery next door. The food critic went to the monastery and knocked on the door. A brother opened the door. The critic asked the brother if he was the fish fryer. "Nope," replied the brother. "I'm the chip monk."
from Kim Komando
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