Ok, so none of your "faux-new-england-oystershack-whitstable" nonsense. If you want fish, cooked with enthusiasm and a degree of chaos in a genuinely ramshackle place on an unremarkable suburban street, the only option is Bronek's near Northfields tube. Fish, just fish. Maybe a potato, but fish....
September 11, 2025 at 5:55 AM
Ok, so none of your "faux-new-england-oystershack-whitstable" nonsense. If you want fish, cooked with enthusiasm and a degree of chaos in a genuinely ramshackle place on an unremarkable suburban street, the only option is Bronek's near Northfields tube. Fish, just fish. Maybe a potato, but fish....
I remember a lecturer at the Institute of Archaeology who stopped suddenly, mid sentence and let out an explosive sneeze. He then fumbled in his jacket pocket, pulled out what was unmistakably a pair of socks, blew his nose on them, and carried on with the lecture.
August 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
I remember a lecturer at the Institute of Archaeology who stopped suddenly, mid sentence and let out an explosive sneeze. He then fumbled in his jacket pocket, pulled out what was unmistakably a pair of socks, blew his nose on them, and carried on with the lecture.