Like most of London’s pie and mash shops, The Fryer’s Delight is one of those places that should be treasured for its cultural importance, against the secret wish that it were better than it actually is. It may be childhood nostalgia, it may be the cholesterol, but this is one of the few meals left that still feels like a treat every time. So pile on all the condiments, chuck in some mushy peas, some pickled wallys, bread and butter, a battered saveloy. No more having to eyeball the rack and work out if that haddock really did come out of the fryer two minutes ago. No more waiting on the counter going stale. The pandemic has another unintended, wholly-positive side-effect: the lack of demand for fish and chips means that every single fillet of fish, every single golden chip, is being fried fresh to order.

For this, it is imperative that the chippy be within 5-10 minutes of home, within the radius of the one government-mandated walk per day. The existence of great local fish and chips shops acknowledges a truth: The best way to consume fish and chips is ideally lounging horizontally, watching something bad on TV. Whole areas of London - Muswell Hill, Brockwell, Bromley - dine out on one good fish and chip shop that locals can proudly claim as their own. Fish and chips is home food it’s food that feeds a community. But the scarcity of great fish and chip shops in the centre is also proof that no Londoner has ever found themselves there, thinking: “I’d love some fish and chips right now”. That London’s fish and chip scene can’t compete with those in the north of England, Scotland, or the coastal towns where salty chips and saline air provide an experience tethered to geography is obvious. It’s time to have an honest conversation about the London chippy.

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