Funny story (to me anyway): In 1980 I spent 6 months on a foreign assignment based in Bristol, England.Understood, "On the wonk" = Fried potatoes.
It's interesting how much we come to miss our favorite foods.
I had already been there long enough to be sensitized to familiar words having unfamiliar meanings.
I found a little eatery that blatantly advertised to Americans, offering hamburgers and 31 flavors of ice cream (really).
Hopeful, I entered and was ordering a burger when the fellow asked "Do you want chili?"
"You have chili?" I replied with cautious anticipation. He said "Yes." and I asked "Can I see some?"
it looked like a combination of 50% pickle relish and 50% catsup.
"No thank you".
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