Chips - aaah chips. Good old British fare. Not fries or frites but chunky chip shop chips. Nowhere in the world makes chips quite like we make them here in the UK. I don't mean that as a compliment or an insult - but somewhere in between. When they are good they are very very good and when they are bad they are horrid. The smell of chips, to me, is the best thing since sliced bread - which, incidentally, is the ONLY bread to make a chip buttie with. Sliced, white bread.
(Translation; UK 'chips' = USA 'fries'. USA 'chips' = UK 'crisps'.)