McCoy's Public House

I've had McCoy's fish'n'chips before, so I knew what to expect, but for some reason the idea got planted in my head that I might want 'em again. Now I know that I don't want them in the future. The price is okay, and the portion is decent, but the fish has a significant coating of very crispy, very oily breading. The oiliness really overwhelms, and after eating two pieces of fish I couldn't face a third. Chips are fine. Garlic aioli is yummy, but so powerful that I didn't need much of it.

Posh Fish

This was the experience that started it all... sort of. Certainly an experience worth relating, although by no means a recommendation. We had flown to England to spend a week travelling with Mike and Sarah. They met us at Heathrow and we rented a car, got loaded up and started driving north to the Cotswolds, where I had lined up rooms at a bed and breakfast. Along the way we got a mite peckish and stopped in Cambridge (at least I think it was Cambridge), and the first somewhat appealing spot we came upon boldly proclaimed itself "Posh Fish".

It was not very posh. Maybe we were early for lunch... or early for dinner. In any case, the oil wasn't hot enough. We weren't emotionally prepared for English chips. We left the shop with our white paper bags, oily fish on a bed of damp chips.

The worst part was actually the extent to which the meal haunted us for the next day and a half. We all had gas issues, and we assumed the habit of warning the others by exclaiming, "Posh fish!" when passing gas.

Now that's a fish'n'chips experience!