Fish and chips at Highfield Farm Touring Park, Comberton, Cambridgeshire, July 2018

Yes, it’s another camping fish’n’chips post. If you have some kind of mobile fish’n’chip facility, get friendly with your local campsite, and suggest that you turn up on a weekend evening to cater for hungry campers. It’s a licence to print money because who is going to turn down fish’n’chips? Especially just a couple of hours after England beat Sweden 2-0 in the 2018 World Cup quarter final, and there are some very “refreshed” people on the campsite who need to get some substantial food inside them.

That was not us. We had undertaken the small matter of a 10 mile walk in 30 degree heat instead. We were definitely in need of sustenance, but for different reasons, due to extreme calorie expenditure.

This is why there is no photo of tonight’s tea. It was hoovered up at extreme speed. It took us about 20x longer to order and wait for it than it did to eat it (everything is freshly cooked to order, and there were a large number of refreshed people ahead of us in the queue). It was delicous, crispy battered cod and nicely crisp chips, all from a van. Great stuff.

Instead, here is a photo of some wild chicory. There’s quite a lot of it growing around the area, although we did have to Google it when we got back to the site to confirm what it was.

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We have stayed at Highfield Farm Touring Park several times now. The current fish’n’chip van is different to the one we frequented on our last visit, but it is still very good. Another reason to stay at this lovely campsite.

 

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Fish’n’Chips at Riverside Caravan Park, Hurley, June 2018

Yes, it’s that standard combination of fish, chips and camping once more. This weekend we find ourselves in Hurley, just down the road from Henley upon Thames, home to the famous regatta which will be in town next weekend.

Not too many “hooray Henrys” on the campsite tonight, just plenty of hungry people looking to partake in fish’n’chips from a van. A decent size of van this one, and they were knocking out fish’n’chips at a rate of knots (all freshly cooked to order).

Once again, there’s no photo because we were very hungry, and keen to soak up a little alcohol that had been imbibed as part of the first of this year’s “camping mini beer festivals”. Big beer festivals tend to be a rather dull affair so we’ve taken to holding our own, by sharing bottles and cans that we’ve been storing up over the winter.

Instead you can make do with this photo of the sun going down over the Thames.

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The fish’n’chips were very tasty, not the best that we’ve ever had, but they certainly filled a gap which needed filling with food.

Savages Fish & Chips, Caistor, May 2018

It’s a quick fish’n’chip shop post. It’s been a lovely sunny day, and we are in Caistor for the long weekend to enjoy a few lovely walks in the sunshine. We started this afternoon, walking around Mausoleum Woods on the Brocklesby Estate. I don’t think we’ve ever seen so many mausolea in one place.

We finished our walk around 6pm and then headed back to Caistor to pick up some fish’n’chips and then take them back to the campsite for some al fresco dining.

We were starving and everyone had soon wolfed down their fish’n’chips (and other non fish items). So fast in fact that there are no photos of this fabled meal, so instead here’s a sunset photo.

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All you need to know is that the fish’n’chips were lovely, freshly cooked, crisp batter and still piping hot when we got back. The added bonus was the overheard awkward conversation in the chip shop. It is sandwiched between a Co-op and a Co-op funeral directors. A small child was asking their grandparent what a funeral was, and specifically “do we need one?” The response came back, quick as a flash, “let’s talk about that later…”

The Devonshire Arms, Kensington, March 2018

We decided not to back into central London tonight. After a day out in Bermondsey we came back to the hotel to unwind with a cup of tea, and then headed out just around the corner for a hearty pub dinner.

You’d be forgiven for thinking that we are in Derbyshire, given that is full of pubs called The Devonshire Arms (the various Dukes of Devonshire having owned much of the land in the area), but we are still in Kensington.

This was another pub taking part in the Thornbridge “craft beer residency” and once again my Thornbridge polo shirt caused a little confusion, as I was mistaken for an employee again 🙂 However, I didn’t have any Thornbridge tonight, because they were approaching the end of their residency, and I’d already had the one that they had left on keg. “What about these bottles” came the reply from the lady behind the bar. “Nope, had them too.” In fact I’ve had 58 different Thornbridge beers according to Untappd, so it was statistically unlikely that they would have one in stock that I hadn’t had.

Although perhaps I should have just had one anyway, as my first pint of Adnams Fat Sprat proved to be nothing more than a bog standard malty bitter.

On to the food, and a rare sight in a pub, a “fish pie for 2” served with beans and broccolini. Given that it has been freezing cold all day, and with snow swirling around outside as we arrived, a warm and hearty fish pie was just the thing, presented in this big cast iron pan to allow you to serve yourself.

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It was suitably delicious, very much hearty and warming, and certainly just what we needed on this bitterly cold night. Mrs MOFAD accompanied hers with a Stiegl-Weisse Naturtrüb by Stieglbrauerei zu Salzburg, a very nice herbal wheat beer from Salzburg in Austria.

I decided to risk an ABInbev subsidiary, Blue Point’s Toasted Lager, which was not toasted in any way, but was a perfectly pleasant amber lager, certainly a change from the general cold fizz that you might find in a London pub.

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A lovely dinner at The Devonshire Arms, well worth a visit if you’re in the area, and very handy if you’re staying in the nearby Holiday Inn. Lots of posh houses/flats to have a nose at on the way there and back too.

Plank & Leggit, Sawley Marina, March 2018

Another night out with walking friends, where someone else chooses the pub and we’re really just there for the chat and a bite to eat. Same story tonight, a chance to catch up with a few people who we’ve not seen for a while, and a few who are regulars in these pages.

Tonight, the pub classic of fish’n’chips, which was nothing special and Mrs MOFAD had a pub curry, which was better.

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You might just catch a glimpse of my pint of lime and soda. Because despite being just a few hundred yards from an actual brewery, there’s only Greene King filth available here. Lime and soda it is. Every time.

The Marquis Cornwallis, Bloomsbury, March 2018

A lunch stop in London. The Marquis, affectionately known (by Mrs MOFAD and I at least) as the Marsellus Wallace (Ving Rhames’ character from Pulp Fiction) is a pub that has featured here before. Having stayed at the hotel opposite a number of times, it’s somewhere I’ve been to quite a bit.

As I was in the area, I popped in for lunch, and there was time for a drink and a sandwich. The drink was another Thornbridge beer, thanks to their craft beer residency also being here. This was Ena, a nitro milk stout that was smooth, sweet and creamy. Little coffee hint and plenty of roastiness.

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Lunch was a posh fish finger sandwich (I love a posh fish finger) and chips, and was perfectly pleasant.

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It’s good to see that the Marquis is still on good form after a recent refit. More than can be said for our more local Marquis Wellington, which we are still boycotting.

Ruby’s Fish and Chips, Thringstone, February 2018

It’s another “no photo” post (the header picture is the best sea photo I could find at short notice).

We were out for a night of planning with regular MOFAD companions Karon & John, and needed some food for the brain. Luckily they live just around the corner from one of Leicestershire’s nine best fish’n’chip shops, according to some lazy local journalism in the Leicester Mercury. In the “article” they just quoted bits of the reviews of various establishments from TripAdvisor and called that a comprehensive round up.

I maintain that Rothley Fisheries (where Sven-Göran Eriksson allegedly used to go for fish’n’chips when he was Leicester City manager) is the best one, but Ruby’s should rank prettly highly on the list. I had a massive whale (cod) and some chips and it was very nice indeed. Crisp batter, nice fluffy chips and all perfectly cooked. I’m sure we’ll be back again.