I have advance notice, via Time Out, that a certain royal personage will be seen streaking in Soho at the end of this month.
The Emperor of Gastronomy, Oeuf Most Pretentious, King of Cool, Ruler of Fashion and High Chief Hipster is expected in Old Compton Street, Soho, London. As is customary he will be stark naked except for some garlands lauding his culinary skills. HIPCHIPS will serve potato crisps sourced from the Brexit fields of Northern England. They will be hand-crafted by top chef Scott Davis and launched on a conveyor belt to trundle along to the fried-food starved denizens of Soho.
There will be an amazingly imaginative selection of dips – savoury and sweet – that will reflect seasonal ingredients. Alcohol will be served. It’s not the 1st of April and, yes, the world really has gone mad. If you see me anywhere near that crisp conveyor belt send for a straitjacket. Here’s the HIPCHIPS logo so you’ll recognise it when a franchise opens on a street near you. I assume the H is for Heart attack.
