Two hours later we emerged into the daylight in search for a proper cod and chips. Oh yes, it is hard to believe that I have gone two weeks without having had traditional fish and chips. I knew it was too long as I could feel my arteries unclogging. Golden batter and chunky chips. According to the BBC, 'Winston Churchill called them "the good companions." John Lennon smothered his in tomato ketchup. Michael Jackson liked them with mushy peas.
Who first came up with the idea of mixing chips (which had been brought to England from Belgium and France sometime in the 17th century) with fried fish (brought into the country about the same time by Jewish immigrants from Portugal and Spain)? The answer to that question remains in dispute, but it was thought to have originated in the 1860s. Since that time, it has become a national institution, although in recent years it is no longer the dominant take-away meal, having surrendered its position to kebabs and pizzas.
Our takeaway meal was consumed in Guildhall Square, a centrally located open pedestrian plaza that hosts fairs and gatherings. We watched the locals make their way toward wherever, before heading back home ourselves (I might have waddled a bit given the portion size) to finish up our day.
Ale of the Day: New Forest Ale, The Downton Brewery, Downton, Wiltshire
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