Dodgepot knows the score.
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the ones i had for my lunch just now were like that. the chippy near my work generally gives good chip.
Dodgepot knows the score.
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Then simply throw some sliced potatoes in a deep-fat fryer.NO!!!
they should be crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside.
NO!!!
they should be crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside.


Then simply throw some sliced potatoes in a deep-fat fryer.
Proper 'paid' chips should be just the white side of golden and flop like a limp penis.

The best fish and chips I've had has been in London. People always say that it's better oop north, but TBH there are actually fewer up here in Newcastle than in London (although the two really good ones I used to frequent in Hackney are now closed)


Here's some of my favourites:I've been out with Northerners for too long, visiting their hometowns frequently, and I'm not convinced there's this massive chip shop differential in the slightest. Same soggy crap's served all over, albeit the value's arguably better.
And then you'll find somewhere special, preferably by the seaside, when it all tastes crispily great and makes the search worthwhile.
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Chippies should double fryI agree with the 'limp penis' test. If they are crisp, that just means they are overcooked. There is rarely anything fluffy inside a crisp chip-shop chip. If you want that, you need double-frying like wot the Belgians do.

Because it is a delicious, classic combination. Going without would be like having chips without salt and vinegar.Why do people insist on mentioning mushy peas in the same breath as chips.
Why do people insist on mentioning mushy peas in the same breath as chips.
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Here we agree. Why pay good money to get gravy or curry all over your fingers?Salt and British vinegar only
You have to 'use' one of those wooden or plastic forks instead, which everyone knows are useless. Chips, salt, vinegar. It needs no other adornment.No, a Londoner.![]()
Sorry, what is it you have? Pickled eels? Hmmm.No, a Londoner.![]()
And you're worried by mushy peas. What do you reckon to parsley liquor then?
Do you mean scraps or pork crackling?
As an East Londoner you should have been enjoying more eels, whelks and cockles surely, along with the famous pickled eggs of the area.
Harry Ramsden's in Blackpool is a bit special, it has to be said.
