So, your mission, should you choose to accept it: find a pub that feels like home—but with a deep fryer. The best fish and chips in London doesn’t come from a restaurant with a Michelin star; it comes from a place where the bartender remembers your name (or at least your order). Go on a rainy Tuesday. Eat with your hands. Lick your fingers shamelessly. And if that seagull shows up again, give him a chip.
Just one, though. You deserve the rest.
