Funny, my wife and kids can't stand chestnuts, but I love 'em. More nostalgia: it takes me back to when I was a kid in the fifties. We'd buy them in the centre of Walsall (in Darwall St, outside the old Imperial Cinema, and next to the bus station) from Chris Dicicco. He had one of those ovens on wheels -- lie those "Pickwick" baked potato things they have today, but utterly filthy and coal-fired, pulled by his horse. He did the spuds as well. There was a bucket full of salt hanging on the side, I recall, and you helped yourself. In the summer he was an ice-cream man. He had the hot food side sewn up tight -- the only other local Italian form, Pelari's, only did the ice-cream. Happy days!