When I was 10, my father moved my whole family to England for a few years. One of the memories that still stands out today was of tender, lightly battered fish from the local fish and chip shop... a taste I'd been unable to find back here in America... until yesterday.I'd seen the little hole-in-the-wall place called GB Fish and Chips every day since my work moved to their new building, and yesterday I decided to give them a go.
I had the cod, and it was literally the flakiest, most tender, perfectly battered little plank of perfection I had tasted on this side of the Atlantic.
Had a chance to meet the owner, Alex, while I was waiting for my food. Really great guy, serving REALLY great food. You're doing yourself a disservice by not immediately packing up whatever you're doing and heading there.
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I went there for lunch today based on your advice and I still have an erection. It was awesome.
Next time I stop by there, I'm going to have to try the Cornish Pasties... I loved them in England, haven't had one since I lived there.
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