A word on Scottish pragmatism.

I'm trying to keep up with the blog. Really truly. Promise. I'll be posting an entry on classes and such things as that once I get into the swing of things, and have a chance to feel out exactly how each one is turning out. For the moment, I will suffice with--as the title suggests--a word on Scottish pragmatism. Of the most delicious kind.

Imagine, if you will, a hamburger. We've all had one. A normal, regular hamburger. We've also all had French fries, or chips, as they call them across the pond. Quite delicious, I'd say. Here is a visual aid, just for reference:

 So, imagine my surprise, when I ordered a "hamburger roll with chips" for lunch the other day, the very nice Scottish woman pulled out a MASSIVE bread roll (about the size of my face) and proceeded to stuff said roll with a FRIED hamburger patty (seriously), a huge handful of potato wedge fries, ketchup and salt. On one roll. Size of face. I practically had to wheel the thing out of the shop. Like so:

Because really, who needs a separate side of fries when you can just stuff it all into one big fried conglomeration of greasy delicious food?

God bless Scottish pragmatism.