Beth's Excellent Adventure—Part 9: Angel Lane Chippie, Penrith
Heya, Adventurers! This is J.K.’s friend Beth, reporting from England, where I had many culinary adventures and remembered to take pictures of some of them.
After my Teatime Adventure at Brougham Castle, I continued my circle with a stroll to the Mayburgh Henge, south of Penrith near Eamont Bridge. It’s an earthen henge with a standing stone in the middle (apparently one of an original four), set in a cow pasture. Wow, did it feel like being in church in there. Stonehenge may be the glam spot, but this was a power spot.
After walking back into town and stowing my backpack in my room, I went to the town centre and found the Angel Lane Chippie. Apparently it’s won awards consistently, and I can see why.
Basically, I discovered just how badly we Americans suck at fish and chips. J.K. and I used to hit the Irish Bank regularly when I worked close enough to pop 'round for lunch, and their fish and chips always got high marks. Here at the Angel Lane Chippie, though, I got an eight ounce piece of cod and chips that were simply delightful. It was a Sunday evening, and there was no oil fatigue. Everything tasted light and fresh, with perhaps a little bit of malty flavor to the breading.
Look at the picture: the container was as deep as a Big Mac container but a bit over twice as wide. This and a ten ounce Coke (because caffeine) for £6.35, maybe $10 US. Of course, this isn’t in a big city, but if fish and chips is going to be one of your country’s signature dishes, you want it to be this good.