While visiting Cornwall, I heard of a nearby fish and chips shop (or “chippie” as the Brits like to say) that was not to be missed.
It’s in Padstow across the Camel River from Rock, linked by a ferry that shuttles back and forth all day. The St Moritz Hotel kindly provides car transfer to the ferry in their trusty (and logo-emblazoned) Land Rover, so we heaved ourselves up into the back and set off!
When we arrived in Rock, the ferry was just about to depart. We climbed aboard, paid the £4 return fare and enjoyed the views on the 10 minute journey across to Padstow Harbour.
Padstow is quaint little fishing village, full of charming shops and pubs.
In the harbour, we met some youth selling Remembrance Poppies for the Royal British Legion. The Poppy Appeal is annual fundraising drive in support of serving armed forces, veterans and their families. We all donned our poppies and wandered into town.
Eventually, we wound our way around the other side of the harbour and found our destination – Rick Stein’s Fish & Chips. It turns out this guy, Rick, is a pretty big deal in Padstow. On practically every street in town there’s one of his cafes or bakeries or gift shops.
And we weren’t the only ones with an appetite for fish and chips. When we arrived 3 minutes after opening, the restaurant was already full with a 40-minute queue forming outside. So we opted for the takeaway counter instead.
We lined up and pondered our choices: battered cod, haddock, hake, plaice or lemon sole.
We started with some battered oysters, served piping hot, with lemon and a spring of parsley.
Crispy golden fritters with plump, milky-sweet oyster flesh inside – they were so shucking good!
Appetizer done, I was ready for my first ever taste of English fish and chips. This is was a big moment.
I have to say, I’m so glad I saved the experience for a place like this. Golly, it was worth the wait especially with a dash of salt and vinegar on the chips, and some homemade tartare sauce to dunk big chunks of the crispy battered cod in. The scenery was perfect – a beautiful Cornish day by the water, with guileful seagulls swooping above us.
I can now see why Ricky boy is so popular in this town!
I I seldom eat fried food, but this was more for the novelty factor than anything else. We nibbled for a bit, but it was impossible to eat the whole portion. Reluctantly we dumped what we couldn’t finish in the bins and moved towards the beach to find the ferry back.
Another check off my UK bucketlist – and a wonderful day in Padstow!