Joe was backpacking through Europe. He had been on the road for two weeks and was having the time of his life.
Late one afternoon a fierce rainstorm broke out. Suddenly he was drenched, cold and miserable. He searched frantically for shelter. Up ahead he could make out lights and a building of some kind. As Joe got closer he realized it was a monastery.
Joe knocked on the door and it opened. The monks welcomed him without hesitation and offered him food and shelter for the night.
Joe had a hot bath and put on some dry clothes while his own clothes were drying. He then sat down for dinner. It was fish and chips and it was delicious!
One of the monks, Brother James, came over to his table and asked, "Is everything all right my son?"
"Yes." he replied. "Everything is wonderful! I am truly grateful for all your kindness. And this is the most delicious fish and chips I have ever had. Tell me; would it be possible for me to personally compliment the chef?"
"Certainly," said the monk and he led him to the kitchen where he met two more monks, Brother John and Brother Samuel.
"Which one of you do I have to thank for that great dinner of fish and chips?" Joe asked.
Brother John smiled. "Well," he said, "I'm the fish friar and Brother Samuel is the chip monk."