Sending out for fish and chips ...thats posh.
I don't what to take the thread too off course, but that reminds me of when The George, the main gay pub in Dublin, had some similar type of license 20 years ago (they only used to have to do it week-days I think).
What they did was they just cooked up a great big vat of spaghetti at about 11.30, and threw some bolognese sauce out of a packet on it (the end result was like something out of a Heinz spaghetti tin)
Then a few of the staff went around dishing out the plates willy-nilly on tables, sometimes to the puzzlement of the less frequent patrons.Usually a table with say, four people would be given two plates and two forks, which lead to loads of "You might as well eat it"..."No YOU eat it, i would myself only I just ate, but it is a pity to waste it"... type of conversations.
Most people were pretty indifferent to it, but what i always noticed that there were a gaggle of Trannies that used to frequent a table in an upstairs corner of a Thurday night, and they seemed to love it.
There was one older one (who used to to come in a twinset and peals - looked like a cross of David Walliams in his "I'm a Ladeee" get-up, and Mrs. Thatcher), who would go over to the waiters (well, barmen really) and imperiously insist that their table get a plateful for every person sitting there.
Which they got - obviously trying to the regulars happy.
A friend of mine used to claim that they were so enthusiastic about it because somebody had told them that the barmen used to wank into the bolognese sauce before it was served up.
Which wasnt exactly what you wanted to think about as you watched Mrs Doubtfire at the next table trying to suck in a long strand of spaghetti....