The London Chippy That Ruined Me For All Other Fish
I remember this one time in the kitchen when I tried replicating the perfect fish and chips I'd devoured on a cold, drizzling afternoon in London. The kind that comes wrapped in yesterday's news, steam rising like morning fog over the Thames. I had been wandering through Spitalfields Market, stomach growling after a morning of sightseeing, when the unmistakable aroma of malt vinegar and fresh-fried potatoes pulled me toward a nondescript corner shop. No fancy signage, just a
