Good pub lunches in London please. In the vicinity of Camden - Chalk Farm

[Sir C]

Seaside = fish and chips out of the paper, anything else and you are gayer than Monty's boyfriend

I had fish and chips last week in Ulverston and I ordered it with gravy

[Burney]

Seaside = fish and chips out of the paper, anything else and you are gayer than Monty's boyfriend

Oysters, Coquille St Jacques and a Pouilly-Fuissé at English's in Brighton. One of those odd meals that sticks in the memory, that.

Is English's even still there? Or has it gorn?

[IUFG]

I had fish and chips last week in Ulverston and I ordered it with gravy

Fúcking. Deviant.

[Burney]

I had fish and chips last week in Ulverston and I ordered it with gravy

My wife (who is an actual northerner and loves chips and gravy) would be horrified. I once made her fish and chips and asked if she wanted gravy and she looked at me as though I was mad. "You don't have gravy with fish!" she said.

Odd lot, the northerns.

[Sir C]

Fúcking. Deviant.

It was fúcking great. I suspect it was Bisto with a load of pepper added.

[Pokster]

I had fish and chips last week in Ulverston and I ordered it with gravy

We will make you a Northerner yet

[Sir C]

Oysters, Coquille St Jacques and a Pouilly-Fuissé at English's in Brighton. One of those odd meals that sticks in the memory, that.

Is English's even still there? Or has it gorn?

Lord no, English's is very much alive and well, I lunched there last year.

A couple of weeks ago I walked out of Victoria station and wept in front of what used to be Overton's. Why must everything good be taken away?

[IUFG]

My wife (who is an actual northerner) would be horrified. I once made her fish and chips and asked if she wanted gravy and she looked at me as though I was mad. "You don't have gravy with fish!" she said.

Odd lot, the northerns.

Tbf to your missus, she's fúcking correct.

[Sir C]

My wife (who is an actual northerner) would be horrified. I once made her fish and chips and asked if she wanted gravy and she looked at me as though I was mad. "You don't have gravy with fish!" she said.

Odd lot, the northerns.

Well there must have been 30 or 40 of the fúckers in this establishment and every man jack of 'em ordered 'addock, chips, mooshy peas and gravy. Perhaps they weren't actual northerners? They sounded northern and they smelt northern.

[Sir C]

We will make you a Northerner yet

I'm 50% there. I drink stout now, you know.