Chips with everything.

We shared a table once with an ex-soldier who said he worked for a gangster. Short, squat and powerfully built, he had a chunky gold chain round his neck and sported tattoos. But what was memorable about him was his eating habits. He was one of the "nothing fancy" brigade, spurning sauces or anything out of the ordinary and demanded he have "nothing green" on his plate.
On several evenings, despite there being a sumptuous 4 course meal, all he had was a plate of chips and a couple of rolls!
The waiters couldn't believe that he'd paid all that money and had settled for nothing but chip butties.
His powerfully-built frame came into good use though when on an excursion to a rocky islet in Sardinia, a passenger collapsed and the ex-soldier slung him over his shoulder and swam back to the waiting yacht.
Not bad for a man who dined on chips.