Lauren Bravo: I’m coming to eat, and I want the works...

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WHEN Worthing pops up in my Twitter feed, it’s usually because I follow ’90s hero Dave Benson Phillips, or because my dad is plugging his comedy nights (Matt’s Comedy Club – you should all go).

But this week, I was alerted by a non-resident to something I didn’t even know about my hometown – that alongside the swish new swimming pool and distinctly above-average H&M, it can currently boast ‘Wimpy of the Year’ in Chapel Road.

Wimpy of the Year! It turns out there are still 220 Wimpy restaurants in the UK, mainly concentrated around Surrey, Sussex, Essex and London.

Despite not having eaten there since I was yea high to a seagull’s eye, Wimpy Worthing has stolen my once again, because it has one of the loveliest examples of a branded Facebook page I have seen in a long time. And that is coming from someone who spends half her day job working on branded Facebook pages. I bid you, go and join the page immediately. Meet managers Nick and Charlie, marvel at the height of their rocky road sundaes, enter their competition to win a bottle of special sauce (the fewer questions asked the better) by guessing how many tables the restaurant has, and succumb to their home-fried charms.

“Have you tried one of our fantastically refreshing cheese toasties?” they ask.

“No!” I cry back to the screen, “But, boy, do I want to now!”

There are many other things to love about Wimpy, too.

When I was young, I remember my mum considering Wimpy a more refined alternative to McDonald’s, based mainly around the face they gave you actual cutlery and had that nice rotating dessert carousel.

Puddings taste better when you’ve studied them intensely from all angles first, obviously.

Plus, I’m suffering from gourmet fast food fatigue syndrome. In a year where every variation on artery-blocking, truffle-infused, peanut butter-slathered, bone marrow-smeared ‘dirty’ burgers and hot dogs under the sun have been peddled to the point where I generally book myself two hours after lunch to lie on the floor, quietly groaning and rubbing my belly, there’s something so appealing about a nice, simple plate of calories without any trendy connotations.

So, Nick and Charlie, if you’re reading this – save me a nacho burger, hash browns and a hot chocolate with cream on top.

I’m coming to Wimpy Worthing as soon as I can, and I want the works!