First English Fish and Chips (but certainly not the last)

This one will be short and sweet and to the point I promise. When one goes to England they must try fish and chips. Why? I don't know because we used to eat them when we were kids and my mother would tell us stories about proper fish and chips. Last night I was down in the city centre and happened by a fish and chips shop -who shall remain nameless simply because I forget its name. I got takeaway fish and chips for 3.80. Since this is my first fish and chips I do not know if this is a good price, however they were warm and delicious. The lady in the shop put the chips in the bottom of the takeout tray and then plunked a heathy sized piece of fish on top of it. Add a bit of vinegar (note the customer does that him or herself and I felt like a daft Canadian not knowing that right off - I had to be told) and she wrapped it right up in paper!! It's so cool that they still do that. She wrapped it up quickly in three pieces of paper wrapping one piece around the bundle at a time to keep the heat in and then put it all in a plastic bag. I grabbed a little wooden fork on my way out after I paid her and voila! dinner. The paper did the trick. I decided that I was tired and wanted to eat my dinner at home. So I found myself the bus and headed home. My fish and chips was still hot when I got there. I sat down at the table and enjoyed myself some English fish and chips.

By the way: little wooden forks are great for eating chips, but murder on the fish.