The year was 1980, the place I think was Dover [one of those], the last ditch meal before the bus took us to Paris was at Wimpy’s.
It might be wronging Wimpy but I was sure it was there. However, you might point out that Wimpy never sold shredded beef burgers as well as patties – this meal though was definitely shredded beef.
Either way, I was laid up in my hotel room in Paris with severe stomach cramps, whilst everyone went out exploring. I missed Paris entirely that time.
I have never forgiven Wimpy.
The Sun makes out that Wimpy is ‘making a comeback’ but it seems it’s already here … or rather it never went away. When I went exploring just now, it kept coming up with the Za designation. That always seemed like Zambia to me but is South Africa. How you can get Za out of South Africa I don’t know but there it is.
Not sure I’ll be visiting Wimpy soon.
Nor Little Chef.