After being in the UK for over four months now, it was finally time to have the infamous fish and chips. Seamer Fisheries, just a mere 50m from my door is reputed to have awesome fish and chips, and should set the benchmark for the classic national dish.
“Would ya like scraps?”, the lady says in her thick Yorkshire accent.
“I don’t know what that means, sorry.”
Scraps are the crispy bits of batter that are leftover from each batch. Yes, I would like scraps. I cannot believe how big this piece of haddock is. It’s more like whale. It is the biggest serve I have ever encountered in my entire life, and all for £5.50. I eat the whole thing. It is crunchy and juicy and delicious. Exactly how I wanted it to be.
