THE FRYER'S DELIGHT
THE FRYER'S DELIGHT: CHELSEA'S HAD HER CHIPS
As I have mentioned before, I can never be accused of failing to show a lass a good time.
A couple of weeks ago, I dragged poor Dawn along the seafront of Eastbourne in a force 10 before feeding her barely adequate Fish & Chips. Tonight, it was Chelsea’s turn.
Chelsea is a hugely annoying Australian (is that just a given?) who I first encountered when she accosted Dos Hermanos when sharing bench seating during a miserably bad meal at Canteen. Despite my best efforts to shoo her away like a stray, she pops up every now and again when she wants free food.
Tonight, she muttered something about wanting to see a film but the whole concept of checking times and buying tickets seemed alien to her so we ended up just going for a quick bite.
I think she wanted Vietnamese, but, as I find much of what she says entirely incomprehensible, I didn’t pick up on that so Fish & Chips, it was.
The Fryer’s Delight is one of the best known chips shops in town and it’s location on Theobalds Rd is easy to find as there are always lines of cabs and police vans outside it being a regular fuelling point for the boys in blue and the boys in black cabs alike
We arrived a little before 7pm and managed to squeeze into another shared booth with a couple who were already nose down in a large plate of cod & chips. The small room has remained largely unchanged for as long as I have lived in London and was filled with the gurgling sound of chips frying in beef fat and the necessary lamentations of the cabbies about the state of trade. You know the stuff “ I have to work twice as hard to make the same money as I did last year” Poor loves.
We ordered quickly, two plates of haddock & chips and an supplementary battered sausage for me. Shamefully, they don’t have mushy peas for which they will, I am certain, have their own special place in Hell.
Any good? Not really. It came out too quickly which meant it was not cooked to order but had been sitting around. The fish was a bit mushy and the chips flaccid and pale. The battered sausage looked like it had seen better days too.
I have had great fish & chips here in the past, but I guess this is just indicative of the declining state of the are of fish frying in the capital these days ( Masters Superfish and The Golden Hind excepted )
Being the generous soul that I am, I picked up the £14.10 (including a nice mug of tea ) bill and then allowed Chelsea to thank me by buying a couple of rounds of cocktails at The Radisson in Holborn for £44.
That’s me all over, always giving.