Jolly ole England! Home of dull weather, football fanatics, my in-laws and Georges fish and chips shop!
I would like to take all you yelpers and yelders (that's short for a yelp reader) on a little journey that will help you to understand the delicate art of appreciating what some consider to be one of the blandest foods on the planet, i.e., English fish and chips. Now, please don't get me wrong, as someone who was born and bred in beautiful Barbados, (a little island in the Caribbean) I love fish! Eating it is a way of life.
Whether it was roasted on the beach after just being caught or deep fried after being marinated in loads of seasoning (onions, thyme, garlic, etc), fish is the big thing. So needless to say my taste buds were really shocked when I experienced English fish and chips for the first time. My face registered obvious disgust as I tasted what seemed to be an old, smelly fish choked to death in a tub of batter and sacrificed to the gods of old oil. However being a stoic lover of food in general and a sucker for punishment I continued to experiment with different fish and chip shops and I soon realized that some are ok........ and I mean just ok.
Then one wintry day my wife (born and bred in Nottingham), told me about a fish and chip shop..... the only fish and chip shop that her grandmother would eat from. In fact, the only restaurant in existence that her grandmother would eat from! All I can say at this point in time is that the Georges Tradition was born.
To this day I have not eaten fish and chips from any other fish and chip shop nor will I, for I have found the home, no the palace, for English Fish and Chips. read more