On a miserably wet and dreary evening I decided that it was time to finally cement my status as a Londoner. I have heard some alarming reports about British cuisine, but I felt that there was only one way for me to truly belong here. So, on my way home from classes after one month of living in London, I decided that the moment of truth had finally come…. I decided to try fish and chips. I ordered a small, which it turns out would have been enough to feed a small family. The chips were quite tasty, but I was a little unsure of trying the fish…. While I’m sure it’s good for me to get the omega-3 fatty acids or whatever it is fish have, I’m pretty sure the massive amount of fried batter negates the healthy fish (not that I’m particularly concerned with food being uber healthy- I mean I do come from the land of deep fried oreos). So I got up the courage to try fish and chips; it was not too bad, something I could see having once again while in London, but as Mark would say “that was nice… but let’s not have it again too soon…”
you need to hike in cold, rainy weather in northern England and then get fish and chips from a hole in the wall place in a brown paper bag and they will then be the best thing you've ever had!
ReplyDeleteI can imagine how it would hit the spot!Yeah, the fish and chips I had was actually pretty tasty just really heavy so a rainy hike and it would be perfect!
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