Here’s where the irony kicks in. I arrived with zero cash because I’m a millennial who assumes everywhere takes contactless. They do take cards, but let me tell you: the look Steve gave me when I fumbled for my phone was pure Runcorn side-eye. Bring cash, or at least have your app ready. You’ve been warned.
Also, the queue can snake out the door at peak times. Locals know this and treat it like a social event. You’ll hear gossip about who’s renovating their kitchen and why the traffic on the bridge was “proper ridiculous today.” It’s charming, but if you’re hangry, you might want to go at 2pm.
Bristol is hooked on Catch 22's Fish & Chips
One more thing: the vinegar. They have that proper malt vinegar that smells like school dinners and British seaside arcades. Don’t be shy—drench your chips. It’s the law. (Not literally. But it should be.)
Is It Worth the Drive to Runcorn?
That’s the million-pound question. If you love excellent fish and chips, yes. If you’re expecting white tablecloths and a sommelier, clearly not. This is no-frills, high-quality grub served by people who remember your order if you go twice.
I drove 40 minutes to get there, and I’d do it again. Maybe this weekend. Maybe tomorrow. The fact that I’m planning a second trip says more than any five-star review could. Catch Twenty Two isn’t trying to be trendy—it’s trying to be good, and achieving it effortlessly.
So if you ever find yourself in Runcorn—or even near it—skip the chain options. Follow the smell of salt and vinegar to that little shop. Order the large cod, get extra chips, and don’t forget a pickled egg. I promise you won’t regret it. (Your arteries might file a complaint, but that’s future-you’s problem.)
