A guy was driving along a deserted road through the woods one cold and rainy winter night. He ran out of gas right outside the gates of a monastery. Cold and desperate and out of gas, he rings the bell at the gates of the monastery.
The abbot meets the lonely traveller at the door and offers him a warm bed and a hot meal for the night, and says that the brothers will put some gas in his car first thing tomorrow, after he's rested up. Eternally grateful, the traveler sits down in the cafeteria to eat. The abbot apologizes for the simple meal he's about to serve and gives the traveller a hearty plate of fish & chips.
The traveller is amazed at what a delicious, though simple, meal he's just eaten. So taken was he by the food that he decided to pay his compliments to the chef. So into the monastery's kitchen he goes, to find a brother manning the kitchin.
"Excuse me, brother," says the traveller. "Are you the Fish Friar?'
"No," says the brother. "I'm the Chip Monk."
