“Considered by many the finest in London” modestly boasts a sign in the window. How could I refuse? Haddock, chips, peas and a can of soda, 7 pounds 60. Stuck in the ’50’s decor, priceless.
As I mopped up the last of the peas, a london cab pulled up and the driver got out and bellied up to the counter. His cab was wrapped in advertising proclaiming, “Biodiesel Taxi: Green is the new Black” I wonder if he was ordering dinner, or asking to fill his cab with used frying oil.