Fish and Chips. Vol. 1

How about my endless love with Fish n' Chips and this urgently whim to have one almost every day?

I heard thousand times from different people that it was pretty much unflavored and without any particular taste. Since I am a vegetarian without eating any animal protein, I was stopping myself to try it. Sincerely, I wasn't very eager to look for it, yet almost every day I was pursued by that magnificent dish. Quite obvious, I was in the very nuclear place in which it is consumed.

My first approach to it was in Howth, a marvelous place in which you have the sea 5 minutes away from the train station. Didn't I knew about it and it was completely a coincidence to be attracted to go there. When I was about to finish my extremely rapid visit to the place, I had the urgency to go to the toilet, so with shame, I entered to a fish n' chips restaurant. The chaining smell of the plates were out of the world! Perhaps I was starving to death but I was enormously caught in the aroma. I looked to the happy faces of the kids that were eating there, since then I was constantly followed by an inner voice telling me that it was a MUST to get rid for a day of my stubborn veggie habit and eat this glorious meal.

Thus, since I was sure that I was coming to London, I waited for the right place to eat it. To my mind, England was better than Ireland in this terms. The day I came across The Plough Pub, was superb! And it'd take me another post to let you know how wonderful it was, so let's skip that and continue with the fish thing... As I was saying, I exit the unbelievable British Museum. My cousin recommended me the restaurants that are in front of it to try it, so I took my time with a desperate need of filling up my tummy and after looking at -llitrally- five places and even though it was packed with clientele, a friend and I entered and put our butts in the chair. Located in 27 Museum Street, Bloomsbury, a place in which the moment we set foot inside it, trapped us by its magical atmosphere, it was like entering to an old pub where you were in expectation of coming across the bad guys on the top of the room and the gleeful group at the very entrance, dancing joyfully some country songs. Yes, the place was unique!

It is a double-floor restaurant, the first floor is the mystical pub, seldom do customers order something to eat over there, they just want to drink and refresh their throats with a good pint, whiskey or sweet soda with a little portion of alcohol for women, which by the way, I tried one of raspberry and the flavour was magnificent, full of ice cubes for the rare and surprising sunny day. We chose the second floor to sit for the crowded fact and suddenly we realized that part of the restaurant was only for eating, so we were in the right place. After a ten-minute-wait we noticed that nobody was attending us, so I went downstairs and stood inside the mayhem of the bar, when after five men energetically asking for their pints, a very gentle man looked at me and asked me for my order. The rapidly attendance flabbergasted me! He gave me my drinks and a metal recipient in which he placed the cutlery and a tiny English flag with a number on it, which referred to the number of my order.

We ordered a big Fresh Fish n' Chips with peas and scampi that cost us 14 euros. We had to wait for another ten minutes but when the waitress served us our plates everything turned out into a festival of goodness. No sooner had I took my fork than my friend gave the first bite to the gorgeous fish. Immediately I did my job and wow! Just to recall that marvelous taste, make my mouth water. Everything was perfectly delicious. The right crisp, the perfect combination between vinegar, mustard and garlic sauce. The freshness of the fish. Magnificent! I might say. We went there three times after that day and we made a great bond with Sara, who resulted a Spanish girl that made us feel like home due to the fact that she was the only person to whom we could converse with in our mother tongue.

After the third time being there, the staff started to spoil us with more additives to make even greater the flavour of our brilliant dish. Bit by bit we became strongly a huge enthusiasts of Fish n´ Chips and our romantic relationship among the traditional English and Irish plate, embarked on its journey.

The Plough was our favourite place to eat in London and we bet many others have adopted it as the same. We would greatly love to be able to travel the 8923 kilometres that keep us from the grasp of the prodigious flavour of that Fish n’ Chips.