Get Fished

Still my go to for F&C, but a little disappointed at the servicevwhen I took my parents there. We ordered a fish and chip pack and a large salad. I noticed the salad had some rotten cucumber, and after I flipped it over, saw the lettuce was brown. I asked for a new one, which they obliged to. However they were put the back for an unusual amount of time. Upon returning, I checked the salad– all they did was take the cucumber out, the lettuce was still rotten.
Not happy. I asked for two small salads instead, as I guess they have a higher turn over.
Point deducted…

Do you like pineapple fritters? Because I sure do. As a vego since the mature age of nine years old, my parents used to groan with frustration when I suggested fish and chips for dinner. They knew what I knew: that when I said fish and chips I meant ‘you guys get fish and chips, and I’ll get chips with a side of potato scallops because one form of fried food just isn’t enough to clog my child-​sized arteries’. Usually, they’d cave.
It’s a good thing (except perhaps for the cardiologist’s bank balance) that I hadn’t tried a pineapple fritter until I was nineteen. Nobody wants to see a minor breaking and entering just to gorge themselves on tinned pineapple in batter. It was at Get Fished, with a friend much wiser to the delights of frying something I usually have in fruit salad, that I first sunk my teeth into a pineapple fritter. I still think Get Fished’s are the best, but maybe that’s just because it brings back memories of that first squishy bite. Oh my god, just writing about them is sweet, sweet torture.
Get Fished is one of the best fish and chips shops I’ve been to, and as the scene of a pivotal moment in my lifelong pilgrimage to fried food heaven it holds a special place in my enlarged, cholesterol-​ridden heart. Oh well, live fast, die young — just make sure pineapple fritters are involved.