Haje’s Brain

I have a confession to make – I’m one of those ‘filthy furriners’ who came here to steal your jobs and women. So far, I’m struggling with the ‘jobs’ bit, and I imported my own woman, but nonetheless… Anyway, I’ve lived in the UK for 7 years, and I never had fish and chips until someone dragged me along to the Rock and Sole Plaice, citing it as ‘the best Fish and Chips in Her Royal Majesty’s Fine Kingdom’. Yeah, I have no idea how he actually managed to pronounce the capital letters, but I swear he did.

I was inclined to believe my friend, too, when we got to the place on a nice summery day and we found a 40-man-long queue for the take-away window – and not just clueless tourists either, the queue was mostly made up of locals… Never a bad sign, I figured, and gave it a whirl.

Not being much of a fish lover, I went along out of the politeness of my heart, but I was quickly converted – There are only so many ways you can prepare big greasy potato chips and no-frills fish in a thick layer of crispy batter, but the Rock and Sole Plaice make some mighty fine chow – based on my sample size of 5 portions of fish and chips in my life, RSP are definitely the best chippy in all of the land.

I must be a special kind of sadist, too, because I dragged my vegetarian girlfriend along to RSP (why the hell would you put a vegetarian through a meal at a fish and chip shop?) and apparently the grilled cheese thing they do for vegetarians is tolerable too…

Finally, they sell some mighty tasty Turkish (?) beer. What are you waiting for? Go on, it’s well worth the experience.