Ted and the Doll go to the seaside

The Doll fancied some sea air … but of course she didn’t really want to go more than an hour from her precious London.  Oh yeah … and she wanted fish and chips, proper fish “n” chips. We hopped on a train to Folkestone that went almost as fast as those ones in Japan and were there in a flash. We made for the wharf and looked at lots of the seafood places with odd things in cold vinegar and decided that wasn't for us. Then we found the Smokehouse and what a little gem it turned out to be. Fresh fish cooked to order several ways and crunchy fluffy hand cut chips, all served in paper boxes with the usual accompaniments. Well … usual in some places anyway.  I personally have never had pickled eggs as an accompaniment to anything before that day (having never eaten a drunk chicken I suppose). 

 So fish “n” chips done and we thought so what next?  An idea flew into my head – we would go and see my old mate the “Pilot” in Folkestone. He’ll  be getting ready for the annual Air Show in June and of course he’d be delighted to see me.

However, it proved impossible to get the Pilot out of his bloody plane, and then when the Doll mentioned how handsome she thought he looked in all that leather I decided it was time for a stroll around the harbour. 

Yeah  ... let’s go look at the floaty boats and wonder how they got their names (Gladys Good Times … ) and feed the seagulls like you do.

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Holy SHIT... what a stupid idea that was!!!  When I saw how big the seagulls actually were I did the superhero thing and grabbed the Doll by the hand and we RAN away.  We didn’t stop until we reached the railway station.

 The Doll says she’s had enough fish “n” chips and sea air for a couple of years now!!

Mission accomplished ….

The Fish and Chip Shop

A great fish and chip shop in Islington, with a feel of stepping back a couple of decades both in decor and how fish and chip used to taste.  

Real Fish & Chips

Transport yourself back a few decades to Poppies at Spitalfields. Real fish and chips. These have not been sitting in a warmer for hours. Cooked to order, fresh as fresh. Eat in or take out. If you eat in you will feel as though you have stepped back to the 40's/50's. The walls are covered in memorabilia from the period, as is the music. While you wait for your order you can learn a bit of cockney. Hand written around the wall are many rhyming cockney phrases such as Vera Lynn - gin. Trouble and strife - wife.

Double the Fun

Fish and Chips AND a Routemaster.

How English is that! Recently popped up on Southbank.

Fish and Chips

Following on from yesterday's catching fish, today it's eating fish. For a national dish it's jolly hard to find it cooked so you'd want to eat it.

Well I've found the best fish and chips in London. I know this is not a usual post for me but I was so impressed I just had to share this place with you.
For starters the fish is cooked fresh. I was astounded when I arrived in London to find that you are usually dished up something that has sat under warming lights for several hours. Or beaten to within an inch of its life to appear larger. Then coated in something disgusting known as batter.

Not here. Freshly grilled or fried. Lightly battered if you wish. More importantly cooked as fish should be. Succulent, juicy and fresh.

Thumbs up for the guys at Pier 1, Hawley Street, Camden.

Men at Work #8

A local fish & chip shop went up in flames late last night.