I have such fond memories of fish and chips. We are one of those families that religiously (in the non-traditional sense of the word, because we aren’t religious at all) have fish and chips on Good Friday. Of course, we would have fish and chips other times of the year but Good Friday, the beginning of the long weekend, we would all gather together and that was our special night- greasy hands, sore tummies but fantastic company.
Our family gathering fish and chip tradition bit by bit began to wane once my Nan and Grandpa, ten years apart, started spending Good Friday at that big fish and chip shop in the sky. But it seems wherever we were individually, without a doubt and without any religious conviction whatsoever we will hunt down an F&C feast on Good Friday no matter where I am in the world (and seeing as I have been overseas for Easter the last two years, I have friends that can attest to being dragged around looking for them- sorry girls!)
Nowadays, I probably only have fish and chips on Good Friday, for two reasons. A) My body doesn’t really cope so well with all that grease anymore, and B) I’m a bit more of a food snob now and bit by bit that fried up piece of fish and soggy chips became a risk I would no longer take.
Cue Tommy Ruff’s Fish Bar in Elsternwick and Mordialloc, where this old meal has been made trendy for me again.
Tommy Ruff’s is fancy fish and cbips. Tommy Ruff’s is fish and chips for the foodies. And for families. And health freaks. And Sunday session-ers.
More over at – Foodie Melbourne.