FISHER’S: FULHAM’S FINEST
I’ve not been able to post much recently as I’ve been feeling a bit poorly. My head exploded (yes, really) after eating so much shit food and drinking a surfeit of bad ale. Luckily I’ve now got my shit together, wiped the slate clean, drawn a line in the sand etc. and (hurrah and huzzah) just had the my best plate of Fish and Chips of 2009 in, of all places, Fulham.
Fisher’s is a small unassuming joint on an unremarkable stretch of Fulham Palace Road that for some strange reason is called the High Street although I’ve yet to come across a stretch of road that was less like a High Street than this one. It’s compact and bijou: a small takeaway counter and kitchen abuts a functional but teeny tiny dining area built, not for lumps like yours truly, but for teeny tiny people. Kylie would find it comfortable and spacious.
There was nothing teeny tiny about my plate of Haddock and Chips though. A big, firm, slipper-sized fillet of excellent Haddock had been cooked perfectly, coming as it did in a light, crisp batter. If I had to be picky I would say that the batter to fish ratio was skewed a bit towards the former but since it was grease-free there wasn’t a problem. Chips were golden and had a satisfying crunch. The Mushy Peas were pretty good too.
Speaking of which, I’ve been making my own recently and apart from the difficulty in finding dried Marrowfat Peas – I had to go to South Yorkshire to get mine - they’re easy er, peasy to make (a few hours soaking with bicarb, a few hours slow cooking with a dash more bicarb) and the results are splendid. Indeed they’ve been so good I’m considering bringing a small Tupperware container of them along with me on my next F&C outing.
Making decent Fish and Chips isn’t some mysterious alchemical process. Fresh fish, good batter, oil at the right temperature and the right length of cooking time is all that’s required. I would say on this showing Fisher’s have got it down pat.
Other things to like: well, there’s no irony here (although others might eye that After Eight with suspicion, they’d be wrong), there’s no music blaring out and, most refreshingly, there’s no tedious mission statement or ‘concept’ that they want to share with you – just decent grub. Of course this means that Fisher’s is probably not that popular with the jeunesse dorée of SW6. But for that reason alone I would say it was worth a visit and a whispered thanks to one’s own particular deity.