Every Brit has a favourite chippy, and there are few better than this shining example of British brilliance
During the arduous run-up to the UK leaving the EU, I thought about the Angel Lane Chippie in Penrith often. “British food is rubbish” was a phrase I heard incessantly, and in our imminent splendid isolation, we were told, all we’d be left with was bloody fish and chips.
In fact, this was the only part of Project Fear that didn’t make me fearful. Because there are few things nicer than ambling hungry into a sweet, vinegar-scented chip shop to find the fryer bubbling, chips being methodically shovelled on to paper and a glass-fronted warmer cabinet rammed with mystery items decked out in batter. That shape, for example, could be a burger, while that one might be a black pudding. And that’s definitely a fish. But who cares? It’s all hot right now, ready to be smothered in vinegar, pelted with salt and served with a generous stack of chips.
Continue reading...