What is it about going for a swim in the ocean that prompts cravings for fish n' chips?
As soon as I dive under a wave I start dreaming about battered flake, golden potato cakes and crumbed calamari - doused in lemon and tartare sauce.
During a week's holiday at the beach I had F n' C twice: the first was disappointment. We went to a place in Barwon Heads that's at the round-a-bout as soon as you come off the bridge, because Gilligan's was already closed for the night. It all tasted lovely, but everything came pint-sized in cardboard boxes.
We got the real stuff a couple of days later at Ocean View Fish and Chips - massive pieces of flake that were served up the way they should be served up: wrapped in paper.
It tasted all the more satisfying considering we had just been fishing and hadn't caught a single thing.
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