I think it’s time we got a bit filthy.
Fish & chips is usually something I reserve only for the depths of Winter. But the temperature has dropped, the clouds have rolled in and my week so far has shaped up to be rubbish, so I figured I was allowed to break my own rules. We went to our local, Sam’s, which serves not only fish & chips but every disgustingly greasy food you could possibly hope for on a night of no cares.
I think I’m more in love with the ritual of fish and chips than the food itself; there’s something so timeless and quintessential about it. My favourite thing is driving back home with your fish & chips sat on your lap slowly burning your thighs.
I admit the first time we ever bought from Sam’s I was disappointed my food came in a box and not wrapped up in layer upon layer of paper sheets. But I’ve grown to like them now, the boxes don’t soak up all the vinegar from your chips!
Sam’s give you huge portions. Unless you’re in the mindset to put Adam Richman to shame there’s no way you’re finishing one of these. Those with fear of wasting food must make their peace with the fact that some of it’s going in the bin.
The cod is massive and very well cooked. The fish itself is light, flaky and moist, then coated in a thick and crispy batter. I hate crappy batter, the kind that leaves a weird taste in your mouth. Blargh! Luckily Sam’s do it properly and everything tastes fresh. (As fresh as deep fried food can taste!)
Can you believe that’s only half of the chips?! These are 100% certified real deal chippy chips, which are my absolute favourite! Super thick cut and squishy, swimming in vinegar of course!
Coat with an appalling amount of salt and tuck in! have to say for a takeaway that doesn’t specialise in fish & chips alone I think the quality of Sam’s is fantastic. Find them at Grange Farm
Now… to make a date with the treadmill.