Two word review: NO SCRAPS!
Another lunchtime another growling belly (I mean my actually Belly, not my alter ego), so what’s a man to do? KFC? BK? They’re the same everywhere you go so where’s the fun in that?
No dear friends, I will not go to the messiahs of Franchise belly entertainment. I am the common man, I am tasting for you! I’m clogging my ...
arteries so you don’t have to (what a champ eh?).
The first chill of the year is upon us, a chill that can only be melted away with the warm deep fried promises of a large sausage in batter & chips (I’m sure other things would do just as well like a healthy soup or a nice hot cup of tea but as I said before “I am the common man, I am tasting for you!”).
So… King Cod (or as I call it “Posh Chippy”) is the newest chippy to open up in Kempston. I think it’s been around since the spring. When you enter the place you’ll see what I mean by “Posh Chippy”, the decor is very modern, exposed red brick wall on one side, gleaming stainless steel counters and serving area, olde pictures of Kempston's past on the walls (for sale too!) and a specials board which today listed (among other things): Pork & Chili Sausages… what kind of chippy does that?
A POSH ONE!
So, we have posh chip shop decor, posh sausages and blood posh prices! Large Cod £4.65… that’s just the fish man! I’d expect a large cod plus a snog behind the bike sheds for that sort of cash!
Anyway… down to the food.
Large sausage in batter & large chips (no ‘king scraps *grumble grumble*)
The portion was pretty big and I’m ashamed to admit that it did beat me. I’d say I have eyes larger than my belly but I have quite squinty piggy eyes (which ironically match my porky piggy belly) so that would be quite frankly, balls…
The chips themselves were a pretty mixed bag (no pun intended) some were over crispy, some were soggy and others were undercooked to the point of almost being raw in the middle. They were all kind of greasy too. I think it all depends on the cook. I went back one lunch time recently and had some amazing chips, they were crispy on eth outside and fluffy on the inside, perfectly cook. I went back a couple of weeks later at the same time, different cook, shite chips.
My initial impression of the sausage in batter was good; I was impressed that even after a 10 minute car ride home the batter had remained very crispy, not a single piece of it was soggy at all. Sadly the look & touch of the batter was the best part, biting in to the batter I could feel it crumble away (not in a good way, in a kind of stamped on Crunchie bar was but without the awesome taste) then I felt your mouth was awash with grease, swimming heavily around the inside of my chops. That’s when I hit the sausage, firm and meaty but with that odd Walls sausage roll after taste. A Horrible fatty just off meat taste…. Blurgh.
The first chill of the year is upon us, a chill that can only be melted away with the warm deep fried promises of a large sausage in batter & chips (I’m sure other things would do just as well like a healthy soup or a nice hot cup of tea but as I said before “I am the common man, I am tasting for you!”).
So… King Cod (or as I call it “Posh Chippy”) is the newest chippy to open up in Kempston. I think it’s been around since the spring. When you enter the place you’ll see what I mean by “Posh Chippy”, the decor is very modern, exposed red brick wall on one side, gleaming stainless steel counters and serving area, olde pictures of Kempston's past on the walls (for sale too!) and a specials board which today listed (among other things): Pork & Chili Sausages… what kind of chippy does that?
A POSH ONE!
So, we have posh chip shop decor, posh sausages and blood posh prices! Large Cod £4.65… that’s just the fish man! I’d expect a large cod plus a snog behind the bike sheds for that sort of cash!
Anyway… down to the food.
Large sausage in batter & large chips (no ‘king scraps *grumble grumble*)
The portion was pretty big and I’m ashamed to admit that it did beat me. I’d say I have eyes larger than my belly but I have quite squinty piggy eyes (which ironically match my porky piggy belly) so that would be quite frankly, balls…
The chips themselves were a pretty mixed bag (no pun intended) some were over crispy, some were soggy and others were undercooked to the point of almost being raw in the middle. They were all kind of greasy too. I think it all depends on the cook. I went back one lunch time recently and had some amazing chips, they were crispy on eth outside and fluffy on the inside, perfectly cook. I went back a couple of weeks later at the same time, different cook, shite chips.
My initial impression of the sausage in batter was good; I was impressed that even after a 10 minute car ride home the batter had remained very crispy, not a single piece of it was soggy at all. Sadly the look & touch of the batter was the best part, biting in to the batter I could feel it crumble away (not in a good way, in a kind of stamped on Crunchie bar was but without the awesome taste) then I felt your mouth was awash with grease, swimming heavily around the inside of my chops. That’s when I hit the sausage, firm and meaty but with that odd Walls sausage roll after taste. A Horrible fatty just off meat taste…. Blurgh.
As a customer you expect some sort of standard from the places you frequent such as flavour. There just doesn't seem to be any consistency in chip shops and the like. Yes, I know they're just chip shops but if one guy/gal can perfect their product to a set standard why is this information not passed on to the other cooks?
I’m not sure what’s happened in the Fish N’ Chip world this last decade or so but there seems to be an increase in shite chip shops. Those that were once grand are falling in to their fishy knees while the new blood fails to rise above their spuddy ankles all of them resting their battered heads in a greasy puddle of muck.
I’m not sure what’s happened in the Fish N’ Chip world this last decade or so but there seems to be an increase in shite chip shops. Those that were once grand are falling in to their fishy knees while the new blood fails to rise above their spuddy ankles all of them resting their battered heads in a greasy puddle of muck.