The British got another thing right. I was reading an article on BBC about the unlikely origin or fish and chips and they dated back this Brit tradition back to 1863 when this amazing meal was being sold out of a hut in Lancashire. Since then, franchises have stolen this gem and transported its traditions beyond the sea to countries just like South Africa.

There is nothing more British than fish and chips. Freshly cooked, piping hot fish and chips, smothered in salt and soused with vinegar, wrapped in newspaper and eaten out-of-doors on a cold and wintry day – it simply cannot be beaten!- Historic UK

This is where I found myself 3 days ago; agonising over what I would eat for lunch and slowly gravitating towards the shop: Skipper’s Fish and Chips. Out of trying not to be a total cliche, I opted not to try their traditional fish and chips and landed up taking a calamari burger and chips. A lot of people don’t know what calamari is. If you’re too lazy to quickly Google, let me inform you. While growing up, I always called it the chewy fish, only to find out it’s squid, best enjoyed battered and fried.

I do not regret my choice because for what I paid, I enjoyed my meal. Think of a big role with creamy mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato and A LOT of ringed calamari. Oh, don’t forget the chips on the side fried until the right amount of crispy and covered in vinegar and salt.

It didn’t have the best presentation, kinda looked like when I make a burger, but sometimes appearance can be forgotten for an hour of taste bud delight.

Suffice as to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon at the office struggling to stay awake as I nursed my full stomach and spending 15 minutes in that fast food shop left the lingering smell of fish and chips on my clothing, leaving me to think more about the meal that brought on the eternal sleep.