Off we went to Rock and Sole Plaice along Endell St., just off the theater rows at West End. It's nothing fancy, just a small eatery with movie and play posters scattered around the walls, coupled with non-appetizing flourescent lighting. We ordered, what else? A plate of fish and chips with some mushy peas. The huge battered fish were crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. They were perfectly paired with huge potato wedges and a serving of mashed peas. Don't forget to squeeze a lemon slice over the fish and pour some malt vinegar on it as well. Simple, but delicious.
I thoroughly enjoyed, along with the flavors, the experience of tasting my first authentic fish and chips. I always say that one of the higlights of travelling is the food, because it gives you a glimpse into a people's culture and everyday living. Plus, I just love to eat. We left Rock & Sole with full stomachs and a postcard to remember it by. Someday I plan to relive the experience...Does this means 2012 Olympics?
