I was passing through a street in one of the poorer quarters of the city one night last week, when I noticed a large and luxurious car stop in front of a fish and chip shop. Curiosity induced me to wait a moment and watch it; for it is very seldom that a car of such magnificence is to be seen in this particular district.
There emerged from it a young man, bare-headed, in full evening dress. He spoke for a moment to a woman still seated in the car, who wore an evening cloak, and then stepped into the shop. After a brief interval he came forth again, and to my surprise I saw that he held in each hand a large paper of chips. He handed one of the supplies to his companion, and then stepped into the car. As I moved on they were "wiring" into them in first-rate fashion and evidently enjoying them.
I have seen that sort of thing very often in London at coffee stalls, but it is comparatively rare in Dublin. I wonder if it is a new departure for the "younger set".
The Irish Times, July 23rd, 1931.