I’m not a fish person. But I had the most fabulous fish and chips at a take out restaurant in North Wales when I was a kid. The restaurant was in a house. You went into the living room and women who looked like house wives took your order. We had to take the fish and chips wrapped in newspaper across the street to a park with picnic tables to eat. Possibly the best french fries I’ve ever had. Good enough to remember for 47 years.