Sally at my afternoon exercise class told me that she and Jim often went to The Laughing Halibut fish and chip shop afterwards.
We tried it but though the food was OK, the waitress was surly, the Formica-topped tables were sticky and we saw an assistant carry through potatoes in a bucket stained black.
We had excellent fish and chips last Friday. The friendly Cypriot family that now owns it had cleaned it up, changed the furniture and turned it around. No wonder it is always busy.
I have fond childhood memories of getting two penny worth of chips after going to the cinema in Whitechapel.
Memoir Extract from The Girl with a Threepenny Birth Certificate. We went to the Mayfair cinema in Brick Lane every week. Sometimes I would go with my sisters and, as I grew older, with a friend. Continue reading FISH & CHIPS AT THE LAUGHING HALIBUT