When we arrived in Felixstowe we found the sea front and threw the car into the first parking space we found.
Fortunately the space was just across the road from the Regal Fish bar, which looks like a poky fish and chip shop from the outside, and a hollowed out hotel from the inside. There’s a choice of large or medium fish. I had a medium haddock (with chips and peas) and Julia had a large plaice with chips and salad. She fancied plaice and they only do large plaice, so she opted for salad to make it a bit healthier. She says…
Large plaice on a large plate
The medium haddock was quite large too.
Medium haddock – it was good despite looking like it had died writhing in agony
I really don’t know what to say now. It was excellent fish with good chips and good peas. I’d be happy to eat it every day.
So, excellent food, bright, clean surroundings and friendly staff. Beef dripping again. I forgot to check on gluten-free alternatives again. I must start checking that so I can look like a concerned and touchy-feely member of the 21st Century.
Don’t worry, I’m not softening, I’m just pretending to be concerned.
Meanwhile I saw this notice in the toilets – it seems that modern life is a lot more complicated than I thought. If Julia ever gets rid of me I’m going to become a monk. The vows won’t be much of a problem – after 30 years of marriage and 25 years with kids I’ve got the obedience and poverty cracked.
I can’t see the tonsure being much of a problem either.
The complexity of modern life
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Usually in the restrooms here in the US, there are cards for hotlines and battered women’s services and all. That’s a good idea though to be discreetly in-house.
That lot of chips on the first plate look like they could armwrestle for England–and win.
They were easily subdued with knife and fork. 🙂
The old main droit and main gauche combo–that’s historical, that is.
And still working in the 21st Century. 🙂
Some traditions are worth carrying forward.
Definitely!
Speaking of which, I am reading a diverting blog now about the British Lawnmower Museum, with photos. You might or might not be interested in it–Amanda’s Travel Diary/Amanda’s Diary Pages.
We will be going to Southport to see the pier so might try to visit the Lawnmower Museum.
You probably don’t need to see that blog entry then, since it contains a few spoilers.
I can probably live without the surprises! 🙂
The fish & chips looks great!
Interesting sign in the restroom.
A slice of life I’ve never seen before.
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Good to see the mouth-watering platefuls. A good fish and chip restaurant in Morden offers Moby Dick. Angela was my first girlfriend. She was exciting.
I’m getting better at photographing my food without embarrassment. It must be my age but my thoughts are turning more to fish and chips and less to women.
Fish and chips don’t try to throw your favourite shirts out just because they look like something a charity shop would turn down…
🙂 As I read this, Jackie is repairing a linen jacket that I thought so worn that I threw it in a bin months ago. Unbeknown to me she fished it out and bought some suitable bias binding for patching collar and cuffs.
She truly has a price beyond rubies. 🙂
There’s not much she can’t do – except, fortunately for me, administration and dealing with suppliers’ rubbish. That enables me to make a contribution
It’s good that you have something to offer in addition to your good looks and bubbly personality. 🙂
🙂
In Grimsby people only eat Haddock, it is considered to be a superior fish. In a Grimsby F&C shop anything else has to be ordered specifically and has to be done quietly and without drawing attention to yourself as most people think this is weird. They don’t like Cod or Plaice because they are bottom feeders which apparently makes them dirty fish. There is also a dislike of cod because of the cod wars with Iceland, the settlement of which resulted in the collapse of the Grimsby fishing industry.
Really like that line about obedience and poverty!
I was brought up to believe that haddock was the better fish, though you couldn’t always get it in the midlands. We noticed rock is making a comeback on east coast menus – presumably rock salmon as dogfish was formerly known.
I’m still not sure why we let Iceland extend its territorial waters – nobody would let us do it.
I grew up in the Midlands, Leicester, Rugby, Ilkeston, I remember that in a fish and chip shop you had to specifically ask for Haddock because they would always serve cod.
Personally I find it difficult to tell the difference. I rather like Hake.
I may try hake – never had it as far as I know.
Yes, when I moved here I remember the excitement of haddock being more readily available than it was in Peterborough, though, as you say, you had to order it.
That scheme needs rolling out across the country. It’s a really good idea. One of my work colleagues was in that situation, and she could have done with some help.
At times like this I realise how lucky I am not to be part of the modern world. It wasn’t something that had occurred to me until I read the sign.
A bit of a problem if your date is called Angela.
I hadn’t thought of that. It would definitely be awkward. 🙂