A gourmet chef was on vacation in Europe one summer. He had a delightful time sampling the cuisine in Italy, France and Germany, but in London he found English food bland and overcooked. However, one day he had a great meal of fish & chips at a London pub.

He asked the manager of the pub if he could have the recipe for the fish and chips. The manager confessed that he bought his fish and chips from a nearby monastery, and thus the chef would have to get the recipe from one of the brothers. He quickly made his way to the monastery and knocked on the door. When one of the brothers came to the door, the chef asked him if he were the “Fish Friar.”

The brother replied, “No, I’m the Chip Monk.”