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Whenever we go to the seaside town of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware to deliver my art to the gallery that represents me there, we always have to stop for fish and chips at Go Fish.
photo by me
My Beloved Brit is very particular about his Fish and Chips. Once we’ve searched it out in any area we visit, the first question as he gazes at the menu is “Is it Cod?” If not, it’s just not the same thing.
When we met his cousins in Cornwall and went to the historic seaport of Fowey, we stopped for lunch. They had the puffiest, biggest center cut pieces of cod, along with spectacular mushy peas (you don’t want to know) and of course chips (fries to us yanks). His cousins looked in horror as I opened the puffed golden fried batter and ate the white moist fish out of the center. It was fabulous, but honestly, they just couldn’t see the point.
And yes, Go Fish has lovely cod for their fish and chips, and the friendly British accents to go with it.
Such a clever storefront! I’ve found I like French fries more than the thicker ‘chips’ but, shhhhh, don’t tell anyone! I enjoyed reading your previous Guana post – have never heard of the island, but clearly a magical one 🙂
Isn’t this fun. It is a half block from the ocean boardwalk, and you can’t miss it. And yes, Guana Island is truly magical. We went back when MBB was contracted to do a job for them again, and we had the entire island to ourselves overnight. We ate dinner on the patio on the ridge overlooking the sea. Just the two of us and the island. I’ll never forget it.