My gran took days to cook the stuff. That smell was pretty rough. But when the curry went in it changed big time. I never asked what the bits I liked were.You know, mos.
I remember going there with my mom to get some tripe for my grandmother. I've never tasted it, but the smell of it boiling still haunts my dreams.
Man thats going back 25 years or more into memory. And I can still SMELL it when I think about it. Kinda like it got burned into my brain.