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