Not all chippies are created equal. Avoid any place that smells like old carpet. If the fryer hasn’t been cleaned since 2005, run. And if the staff looks unhappy, the chips will be too. Trust your nose. It knows.
The Hackney Wick Hidden Gem
There’s a pop-up near the canal called “The Codfather.” No joke. It’s a van, but the fish is so fresh it practically winks at you. The chips come in a paper cone. It feels rebellious. Eat them on a bench watching the barges. Peak London.
Speaking of freshness, never—ever—order fish on a Monday. Why? The day’s catch is usually from Friday. You want Tuesday’s fish. Tuesdays are golden. I made that up, but it sounds wise, right?
