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There’s something reassuring about eating fish and chips in topsy-turvy times, writes Jack Rear. It’s a dish that has survived both world wars, seen six monarchs on the throne and still has enough high-street purveyors for them to outnumber...
There’s something reassuring about eating fish and chips in topsy-turvy times, writes Jack Rear. It’s a dish that has survived both world wars, seen six monarchs on the throne and still has enough high-street purveyors for them to outnumber...
‘Batter that goes noisily crunchy at the edges’ Sitting just the right side of gentrified, this chippy retains an old-fashioned feel in salubrious surroundings. The (very generous) chips are poised perfectly between lush and soft with...
Parts of the capital have their own micro-climate, and on Theobalds Road near King’s Cross, the weather is permanently grey and chilly. Salvation is found, though, at The Fryer’s Delight, which serves arm-length battered fish and crispy...
