Fish and Nope.

    Before my arrival in London many family members and few friends constantly told me one thing, try the fish and chips. Such an iconic dish stapled to such a city was even mentioned at being in some sort of existence in Charles Dickens’Oliver Twist and the “fried fish warehouse.” Quite literally the next day of my arrival in London, I found a pub that served fish and chips. A filet of Haddock covered in oily batter served with a large portion of fries…I was completely disappointed. The hype of this dish was immediately crushed the moment I cut into the fish and realized the batter to fish ratio was at too much batter and not enough fish. I thought that it was just the pub’s inability to cook a decent fish and chips, so I tried it again, two more times to be exact. I don’t even want to discuss the second attempt to enjoy this dish. The third time and final time, I gave me a little more hope for this dish.

     I had taken a day trip down to Brighton and was given instructions to try fish and chips from there. Given the last time I was told to try fish and chips, I was fairly sure that I was going to be disappointed once more, but I took the chance. I waited to be seated by a restaurant with an ocean front view with my fingers crossed, hoping that this time I will be satisfied enough to never have to try this again. Thankfully the ocean town knew what it was doing when it came to this dish. The fish and chips were both gold and crispy. It wasn’t oily like the first time and was not atrocious like the second. I am just glad to know that the “fried fish warehouse” of England never has to follow me home…