You know you've finally landed in London after your first meal of fish and chips in a pub.
What arrives at your table is a gorgeously puffy piece of cod in a substantial batter, golden fried to perfection with the proper balance of grease and salt; thick wedges of chips and a subtley sweet puree of mushy peas.
My half pint of choice is the Belgian ale, Leffe -- pronunciation of the last "e" is questionable.
(Photo by Brett Cody Rogers)
