Chips: bought, grabbed, dropped, stolen, dumped, stuffed down hungry mouths, smelled, ingested, regurgitated, vinegared, ketchupped, for the young, and the old, coveted, reviled, embraced, neglected.
Chips, everywhere.
St Thick-Cut-Chip may not be as internationally renowned as his colleague St Patrick but his cult is still observed by many on 16 March.
Open air masses at celebrated at many kiosks dotted around the city.
In and around Dublin 
It’s so weary and mundane…
God no. Thin and crispy chips are weary and mundane. There is a sense of rugged excitement in the thick chip that I unfortunately failed to capture…