A Pinay in Europe

One thing that strikes us about Whitby is the proliferation of fish and chips shops.  Every corner we turned to, we saw these establishments getting queued up for up to a hundred meters, or sometimes more, especially at lunchtime.  We expected these queues as this is not the first time we went to Whitby.  As early as 11:30am, we were already seated inside one shop that has a big sign on the door ”Voted by the Whitby Gazette and its readers as the Best Fish and Chips in Whitby, 2008-2009″. 

The food was okay,  service was fast and everything was served in neat china and cutlery.  The only thing that beats the hell out of us is the presence of CCTVs in every corner and in every 2 meter distance of each side of the ceiling.   How can you truly enjoy your food if you know that you are being watched everytime you pick your chips or cut your fish? 

“Maybe they are observing if you will pocket the vinegar ceramic jar or the silver knife!”, I said to H. 

Anyway, let me show you the fish and chips scenes in Whitby.

Coming down  from the carpark up on the hill, we saw this banner posted at the back of a building. 

Boards displayed infront of a shop.

The meal.  There’s not even a single leaf of lettuce on the side, good grief!

They start eating them at a very young age.

Takeaway

Awards have to be mentioned or displayed to attract more customers.

This shop has been described by Rick Stein as the best fish and chip shop in Britain.  No wonder the queues are that long!

Errr….can you explain it in simple words, please?

They eat them everywhere

and with crossed knees, did you notice?

Savouring it slowly

He’s really enjoying it!  His body language says it so.

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