Maxwells Chippy

Coming from the North East, from a town that had more chippies than shops that sold CDs, I can be a fish’n’chips snob. Well, strictly, sausage’n’chips, as fish frightens me and makes me puke. Anyway, when it comes to chippies, I won’t settle for just anything. A good chippy needs to offer crispy but chewy chips, crisp batter, decent sausage, good big pickled onions and creamy, spicy curry sauce. And all served piping hot so you can get it home and down yer neck before it goes tepid…
Maxwells Chippy, my friends, is not a good chippy. The chips are soggy, sad affairs. The sausage was just plain gross, covered in falling-​off flaky batter, They were out, out!, of curry sauce. And the man behind the counter did not know what a pickled onion even was, which I thought was a funny joke, ’til it wasn’t.
More amusing than that, was the confusion that met the boyf’s request for mushy peas. Stared at for a while, he was then asked «is that the green one?» When the boyf confirmed that, yes, peas are green, we witnessed the man spooning positively BROWN mushy peas into the styrofoam cup. We did not eat the mushy peas, They smelled like garbage…
Upon closer inspection, we saw that as well as offering the usual chippy fare, they also sell fried (and plague-​riddled by the looks of it) chicken bits. Which tells you everything; this is just another crappy takeaway masquerading as a chippy. The gits.

Avoid this place, especially if you’re LGBT. Aside from the fact the chips were horrible the owner was very unpleasant towards me and asked very personal and inappropriate questions.
He made clear his views on transgendered people so obviously dosent think much of a significant number of his clientele as this chip shop is in the village.