Elizabeth and I had dinner there last week. It was actually our third visit to the place. After we'd only been in town one week we stopped in one night for a couple of drinks. I wanted to see how good their Guinness is. It's very good... but not quite great. It's better than most of the pints back in Southern California, but I've certainly had better in New York City.
(I'll spare you the details but tell you the end: we asked for a box for our leftovers and the check. She brought the box but not the check; we sat there for thirty minutes with our leftovers on the table before she returned and asked "Oh, did you want the check, too?" Fifteen minutes later she returned with the check of the table next to us.)
But here's the thing - the food was really good. I had shrimp and chips that were quite tasty and Elizabeth had fish & chips that we both loved. So the other night, when we were down on Atlantic Ave and hungry, I suggested we check out the Chip Shop and, if it wasn't too crowded, stop in for dinner.
(I'll tell you now, the service at this dinner was great. We had three different people who looked after us and the girl from our previous visit was nowhere to be seen.)
If you Google "plaice & chips," this blog comes up as the first hit, and it's been that way for many years. So these next words might surprise you: I've never eaten plaice & chips. That post was a guest post written by my friend Mick. (I've told many people over the years that they are welcome to write guest posts from their culinary adventures, but only Mick and my brother have taken me up on that.)
So I decided it was about time that I tried plaice & chips myself. And it was fantastic. The pieces are thin, much thinner than the cod that Elizabeth had on our previous visit. The main complaint I've heard about the Chip Shop is that the batter can be too greasy, but on both my visits I was very pleased: the batter was crunchy, adhered to the fish, and was not overly greasy.
The thin tartar sauce was also delicious.
We ended up taking about a cup of this home with us, and I ate it then next day when Elizabeth wasn't looking, because... well, because I could.
The thing was dusted with powdered sugar and served over a raspberry sauce. It was better than I ever imagined a fried Twinkie could be. We both really enjoyed it. The only thing we didn't like about it was having to share it. Next time we visit the Chip Shop - and there will definitely be a next time, probably soon - we will each be getting our own.