The best Fish and Chips I’ve ever eaten. London, circa 1975, bought from a hole in the wall takeaway shop wrapped in newspaper and consumed sitting on my hotel bed while chatting with my Mom. We were in England for my (step) Grandparents 50 wedding anniversary. We did some sightseeing in London before heading to Cottingham for the party. I’m not sure how my mother put up with me.
The second best Fish and Chips were from a chip shop on the bay in Horseshoe Bay, BC, Canada. I seem to remember we ate them standing on the rocky sand near the water. I was a kid.
The third best Fish and Chips: Scotland, 2016. It might actually have been the best tasting, the fish was very fresh. But I think the fact that I was with my Mom in the first instance and my family in the second instance is what made those fish and chips stick in my mind.