Disappointing. Really disappointing.
And this isn’t just another rant that you can’t get good fish & chips in the south. It was poor waaaay beyond that.
A fine piece of cod ruined by overcooking. Not so much delicious firm flakes of white fish – but tasteless mushy shreds. Not even a good drenching in vinegar could rescue this one.
Chips were sort of OK and the best that could be said is that they weren’t greasy. For me, the perfect chip is cut the size of your index finger and then fried so that it has elements of crispiness but is still a bit floppy. These were cut far too large – more like potato wedges. And, even though they had been fried, they had the texture and tasted like a McCain’s Oven Potato Wedge.
And the cost – an eye-watering eleven quid. Yes, £11. Nearly twice the price of my local chippy and half the enjoyment. And, yes, that last bit is a north/south rant.