Or “Vietnamese Cobbler” as the Times would more amusingly have it described.
Well, who knew? But in any case, don’t purists prefer halibut as opposed to cod? At least if a certain combination of fleshy firmity and flakiness is considered to be the acme of meaty satisfaction…
Regardless, I’m thinking there must be a terrific marketing opportunity here. The name alone is a winner in my opinion. (Never mind that it’s a farmed mutant catfish of somewhat dubious origin.)
Update: Oh, here’s another thing that cracked me up… There’s a “National Federation of Fish Friers” in Britain, apparently. I’d be curious to know whether the federated “fish friers” have an annual convention of some kind. I wonder what their keynote speeches and Powerpoint presentations are like.
That will teach them for eating food from a chippie whilst sober.
I love fish & chips… must be something in the DNA.
(Of me — not the comestible at issue, I hasten to add…)
I love fish & chips too. And I don’t have a drop of English blood in me.
Ah Brit cuisine. Brings to mind this rather dated, but snicker inducing news item:
“Family of faggot fans fly the flag!”
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/2698507.stm
As a kid growing up, I remember Friday night Fish & Chips (wrapped in newspaper). Then along came the Catholic church and canceled their Friday “no meat” thing. (We were not catholic.) The death of the fish & chip industry in Quebec. Just another thing the Catholics have to answer for.
And it was always halibut…with vinegar on the fries.
Ian: ‘Brit cuisine’ hahahahah
I remember when I was a little kid my Dad driving us all the way from the village to the town of Malton (about 20 miles away) for fish & chips. I have no idea why we had to make that relatively long trip for takeaway seeing as Whitby was only about 5 miles in the other direction, but we did. I guess they must have been pretty good. I certainly can’t imagine driving that far for a hamburger…
Ah yes, “British cuisine” — an oxymoron if ever there was one — but much less so these days. Thankfully, we no longer boil everything to death (except for corned beef, of course). And to be honest there’s lots of classic English food that I’m really keen about. Melton Mowbray pork pies, Yorkshire puds, Cornish pasties and minced rice tarts, for instance. Not to mention curry, paapads and that sort of thing…
Ian — Too funny.
The entire piece is immeasurably hilarious, all the more for apparently being unintentionally so.
And just in case anyone is curious, a “faggot” in this sense is a kind of pork meatball made from the sort of intestinal remnants of a pig that would probably turn most people’s stomachs (somewhat ironically). The expression “everything but the squeal” comes to mind…