One of the most distinctive English dishes that tourist crave is one of deep-fried potato slices and battered and fried fish. It’s also one of the most disappointing dishes that tourists are routinely served, soggy and pathetic with a hunk of flavourless mushy peas.
Well, you may think I’m crazy, but if you want a decent fish dinner, known throughout England the best Fish and Chip restaurant the best place I’ve found after thorough testing (IMHO), is Steel’s. Found in a small former fishing port, Steel’s is a bastion of the once thriving Great Grimsby and only a short walk from the promenade. If only it was closer London – the North-East Lincolnshire town is a 3-hour drive away. It’s just too far for lunch but then my waistline probably thanks the miles!
I’m a little biased, this is true being a Grims-barian by marriage, but I am also the daughter of a one-time fish & chip shop owner so I feel I have a little authority on the subject of fish and chips.
A little bit of history for you;
Fish and chips became a stock meal among the working classes in Great Britain as a consequence of the rapid development of Trawl fishing in the North Sea, and the development of railways which connected the ports to major industrial cities during the second half of the 19th century, which meant that fresh fish could be rapidly transported to the heavily populated areas. Deep-fried fish was first introduced into Britain during the 17th century by Jewish refugees from Portugal and Spain.
I like my chips crispy but fluffy on the inside, with a few scraps for texture (they are the REALLY unhealthy scrag ends of batter from the fryer), and my fish fresh with a just-right layer of golden batter. To accompany, you must have bread & butter, mushy peas (I’m getting so English I’m going to start thinking that Tea should only be served from a pot) Tartare sauce and a side of gravy. There has to be a strong cup of tea waiting in the wings, and with that I’m a happy Kiwi.
Steel’s delivers all of these and more, with a cheery Northern smile.
If you happen to be in North-East Lincolnshire, and fancy a chip supper I strongly suggest you book in a downstairs booth and rock up hungry. The portions are pretty nuts.
For further information, checkout their website. They don’t know who I am, but caring is sharing, right? Just don’t nick my table – the fush and chups are fab!
What’s your fast-food favourite? Burgers, Pizza, Chinese?