The rocket racket and the superiority of chips

I'll still buy my lettuce in bags but you gotta love a person who refers in passing to that "prig Morgan Spurlock and the Supersize Me business." And then there's the chips.

Chips. If there is one last good, decent, true food left, it has to be chips. I love chips any way they come: fat, thin, medium. I like oven chips all right, and McDonald’s chips, but the best chips are the chips from the chippie, all hot and vinegary, floury and squashy, and eaten quick, quick, quick before the paper goes soggy and disintegrates.