Is the Golden Fryer on Sutherland Road
I went in there on Saturday as I could not crive to Jenny's on Preston Drove (the BEST chippy in town) and I couldn't be arsed to walk across the park to the Codfather on Islingword Road so I took a trip to 'test' the Golden Fryer.
I walked through the door and was immediatly worried, they also served pizzas and fried chicken which is never a good thing. Chippy's should only serve fish and chips and related food stuffs. Also all that prepared already was a jumbo battered sausage (another clue, any chippy that does jumbo battered sausages is poor, in my experience) and two regular size battered sausages. I should have left at this point but my compadre and i were pretty hungry. We ordered a cod and ships and my mate had a Plaice and chips, I deceided to go large for some reason.
We sat down and the guy disappeared in to the back for 5 minutes where, I think, he was defrosting the fish in his microwave. He returned and I'm pretty sure he lit the fryer again, meaning the oil had lost all temperature, immediatly he put the fish into the oil. There was no *FSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH* or owt but merely a sad excuse for the cacophony of noise that you expect to erupt from the fryer when the batter hit it. I was stunned, how hard can it be to keep the oil hot or was this guy just a lazy, penny pinching GOON?
About 10 minutes later our 'food' wa ready and we set off home in fear or what we were about to eat. The paper almost fell off due to the grease and the batter was a dirty, dark brown colour, the chips were hit and miss and some were green. We both attempted to eat the food but it got too much and I had to stop, I felt sick as a mother fucker. The mixture of grease and dry fish had clogged my throat and I was all dizzy.
Please do not visit this chip shop if you like your ring to be at a normal temperature in the mornings for mine was burning yesterday as I propelled the fish, which was now a strange green colour, from by bowels into the bog along with a fair bit of stomach lining.
You have been warned.
I went in there on Saturday as I could not crive to Jenny's on Preston Drove (the BEST chippy in town) and I couldn't be arsed to walk across the park to the Codfather on Islingword Road so I took a trip to 'test' the Golden Fryer.
I walked through the door and was immediatly worried, they also served pizzas and fried chicken which is never a good thing. Chippy's should only serve fish and chips and related food stuffs. Also all that prepared already was a jumbo battered sausage (another clue, any chippy that does jumbo battered sausages is poor, in my experience) and two regular size battered sausages. I should have left at this point but my compadre and i were pretty hungry. We ordered a cod and ships and my mate had a Plaice and chips, I deceided to go large for some reason.
We sat down and the guy disappeared in to the back for 5 minutes where, I think, he was defrosting the fish in his microwave. He returned and I'm pretty sure he lit the fryer again, meaning the oil had lost all temperature, immediatly he put the fish into the oil. There was no *FSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH* or owt but merely a sad excuse for the cacophony of noise that you expect to erupt from the fryer when the batter hit it. I was stunned, how hard can it be to keep the oil hot or was this guy just a lazy, penny pinching GOON?
About 10 minutes later our 'food' wa ready and we set off home in fear or what we were about to eat. The paper almost fell off due to the grease and the batter was a dirty, dark brown colour, the chips were hit and miss and some were green. We both attempted to eat the food but it got too much and I had to stop, I felt sick as a mother fucker. The mixture of grease and dry fish had clogged my throat and I was all dizzy.
Please do not visit this chip shop if you like your ring to be at a normal temperature in the mornings for mine was burning yesterday as I propelled the fish, which was now a strange green colour, from by bowels into the bog along with a fair bit of stomach lining.
You have been warned.
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