Description
The Chippy makes a version of the fried British standard that not only stands above the sea of greasy slabs found countywide but approaches the ethereal: a golden, crackling crust almost approaching the fatty glory of a chicharrón encasing fresh fish that’s never frozen, that stands the dip into oil to retain its briny beauty. They stack the fish on fat fries, fries that soak up all the vinegar, Sriracha and tartar sauce you’ll inevitably drown your meal in, fries that you actually want to finish and will. And even though you’ll be consuming enough oil to properly lubricate a car engine, it all sits well in your gut at the end.
