Okee Dokee, I have been wanting to write a complaint about how pretty much all my locals have gone gastro on me: you know, posh, expensive beer and fancy overpriced cuisine. The fish and chips are overpriced, not to mention the fish is the size of a golfball. Or it’s some type of fish unheard of to mankind: tilapia instead of cod, haddock or plaice. The type of thing these people are complaining about:
Anyway, I think I am finally going to go to a pub frequented by tourists. Frequented, hell, it’s a tourist trap: hence cheesy pub. This just to try and find some decent fish and chips. I mean Monte Carlo or Crispy Cod & The Famous Sotos Greek Taverna: and the latter just doesn’t sound right to me, unless I want a doner kebab.
Ok, define decent, something which is like what I used to get as a kid. Yeah, yeah, you can’t have it in newspapers. It’s really best by the seaside. Not to mention being spoiled living near the best chippie in Exeter. And don’t think that I am the only one being picky here!
The thing is that this is such a subjective thing that its amazing. Googling Best Fish and Chips is an experience in and of itself.
Ah well. The hunt is on!