Look, you could spend a fortune on a Michelin-star meal in this city. But why would you, when fish and chips costs a tenner and makes you this happy? It’s the great equalizer. Bankers eat it. Builders eat it. That guy who heckles you for spare change eats it too. And we all agree: it’s perfect.
So grab a newspaper (old-school), find a bench, and eat your fried treasure while pigeons eye you like tiny feathery thugs. That’s London, my friend. That’s life. And honestly? It doesn’t get much better than that.
