I wanted to talk about the semiology of keeping a level gaze (yes, really) but I just don’t have the time right now.
Instead, let me share my favourite chip shop name. It’s not The Sea Cow, nor is it the yet to be named Rick Stein chip shop that will mark the man’s final and complete ownership of the town of Padstow.
The best named chip shop in my view is the grubby little place tucked under the bridge next to Waterloo station. It revels in the endlessly inappropriate and meaningless name of ‘Fishcoteque’. The absurd intimation of fun it offers gives me a laugh every time I see it.
I am looking forward to the second branch, which can only be called ‘Fishco Inferno’.
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