Last night a fish bar saved my life. Well, kind of. In the crazed fashion of the festive season I’d sorely neglected solid nourishment while maintaining a steady intake of liquids. The North Sea Fish Restaurant proved to be an excellent remedy for the consequent hunger.
A table in the window gave a good view out onto a quiet Bloomsbury byway and we selected from a wide range of fishy beasts. I took a skate with a dollop of chips and mushy peas on the side. The skate was perfectly cooked. Crunchy batter wrapped around a generous helping of delicately flavoured wing. Chips in a basket were proper chips and too plentiful even in my empty-bellied state. The tartare sauce was homemade and tangy. The only small disappoint was overly mushy peas. They were not quite up to Ferryhill standards but I guess it’s not unusual to find one’s childhood treats difficult to replicate in the here and now.
With beer on tap the NSFR is my new favourite chip shop.
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