Okay, slight cheat. The Golden Hind is a proper chippy on a side street, just a three-minute stumble from the market arches. It’s been there since 1914. Yes, 1914. That’s older than your grandpa’s grandpa’s mustache.
The fish is flaky, the batter is golden and glass-like crisp. No soggy nonsense here. You get paper-wrapped parcels, and you eat them standing up like a true Londoner.
Is it the flashiest? No. Is it the most reliable, soul-satisfying fish and chips within a stone’s throw of Borough? Absolutely. Go there if you want tradition, not a show.
