EDitorial ± 7-Jul-2010

Ipswich Lunches: Fish 'n' Chick'n

Pushing the very limits of Ipswich-ness, it's up to the airport to practice our parachute landing falls. Except that the aerodrome is long since gome [sic], much like the racecourse. Gainsborough Sports Centre no longer borders the airfield but overlooks the burgeoning Poundbury-esque stylings of Ravenswood. Small wonder that Suckling Airways taxi-ed off with their Dornier.

Busy-busy at the shops when I arrive. Co-op at one end, Aldi/Lidl at the other, and along from Subway is the inelegantly named Fish 'n' Chick'n. That'll be two, count 'em, apostrophes, more than your average grocer's. Large Letraset lumo letters on the window proclaim:

Regional Winners Of The Fish & Chip Shop of The Year Competition 2009

Get them, eh? Move aside, Bounty, FnC is the new Big Fry. Slight queue gives us time to appraise the lunchtime offers: I'll take the jumbo plain sausage and chips, Andy'll have the cod with free chips. Friendly fish folk exchange our money for hot potato products. Our unwrapped goodies look good but lack the posh boxes to which we were treated at Wickham Market.

Too stuffy to sit inside, about 50 degrees warmer than previous chip-trips to Martlesham and Woodbridge. Not many steps over to a bench outside the local health centre, apt for Andy sipping his Dr Pepper. Sausage/fish/chips all mighty fine, as you'd hope, though would happily plan a return visit or two to fully assess that Top Chippy accolade.

If it was a car -- Hyundai Comfort.
If they were passing by -- Stelios Haji-Ioannou.