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Getting the Recipe

Here is a story about a famous food critic’s recent visit to Europe last summer. He had a delightful time sampling the cusine in Italy, France and Germany, but he made the mistake of stopping off in London on the way home.Needless to say, he found English food bland and overcooked. However, one day he had a great meal of fish & chips at a London pub. He asked the manager of the pub if he could have the recipe for the fish and chips.The manager confessed that he bought his fish and chips from a nearby monestary, and so our critic would have to get the recipe from one of the brothers.So he quickly ran down the street to the monestary and knocked on the door. When one of the brothers came to the door, he asked him if he were the „Fish Friar.“The brother repiled, „Nope, I’m the Chip Monk!“

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