I first heard of fish and chips whenever Arthur Treacher’s was the latest big thing, sometime around the beginning of the 1970s. Don’t remember when and where I first had it, but I liked it even though it never became a regular thing for me. Now I occasionally enjoy a fish and chips meal at a sit-down jernt or two where it’s always delicious and satisfying, and I should have it more often. Oddly, I’ve never tried any of the present day fast food versions. Not once, not anywhere. For all I know, I might love them, but I literally never think about it when I’m thinking about fast food.
I must say, though, that if anyone’s fish and chips is reminding them of the fish sticks we had in school, you’re eating at the wrong place. The only things that should look or taste even remotely like those are some of the frozen ones at the supermarket. And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, because I can well enjoy that stuff now and then. But a well prepared fish and chips meal (the fries have to be really great, too) is a whole different world of wonderfulness.