280. Fish and Chips with Mushy Peas

Dover’s finest

After the travel nightmare/random excitement that had gone on that day (depends how you look at it, really), we realised it had been a while since we had had any food. As we were about to leave the mother country for France, we thought we ought try the finest local cuisine so we could easily compare it to that of the French. In Dover, the finest local cuisine came from the local chippy – the ‘Golden Grill Fish Bar.’

A fine selection

Which classic grey skies and very few remaining pennies and pounds, it was the natural choice. If there’s one thing everyone knows about what the British eat, it is that fish and chips must always come with mushy peas. I had previously worked in Australia with a bunch of English and Irish expats, and had learned another hot tip: curry sauce. Luckily I’d had the fortune of dining with such masters of cuisine at the fine establishment that is Irish Murphey’s in Brisbane, and had learned that curry sauce in the United Kingdom is nothing at all like the vindaloo my former Indian Masterchef flatmate would make. Good thing I went into this experience armed with that knowledge.

Not at all what I was expecting

As it turns out, the curry sauce was a very wise choice, as the mushy peas were every bit as unappetising as one might guess. It was like dipping your chips into pea and ham soup, except that there’s no ham, or any kind of flavouring whatsoever to make it taste of, well, anything. After complaining about this to some English travellers I met later on in Croatia, they informed me that they must be doing it wrong in Dover. I’m not opposed to the idea of giving mushy peas another chance, but I can’t say I’d go out of my way to do so…

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46. Chocolate waffle stick

Whilst on the takeaways in Denmark topic, I thought it only appropriate that I get amongst the waffle sensation. Chocolate dipped waffle stick seemed like an amazing innovation. Sadly it just resulted in two blatant toursists with chocloate ALL over their faces (there is no easy way to eat them). But at least there was deliciousness in the process.

45. Pizza Extravaganza!

Quick ‘bite’ for dinner on the way to Copenhagen…

The Danes are a healthy breed. Wholegrain alternatives occupy a huge amount of shelfspace at supermarkets, white bread comes second to rye bread, and McDonald’s barely has a presence in comparison to other countries.

When it comes to takeaways, the selection is pretty limited. The majority of ‘fast food’ places are sandwich bars, and good sandwich bars at that! (I have seen one Subway here, and have no desire to go there when there are so many better options around). Despite their love of seafood, don’t expect to find a fish n chip shop in Denmark! I am unsure if the economic incentive toward healthiness that is the fat tax is the cause of these purchasing habits, or if Danish society is simply that much healthier.

…post town pizza…

Aside from the obvious proliferation of hotdog carts in Scandinavia, there is quite a large Eastern European population here in denmark, so the other main takeaway option is to get a kebab. Pizza, however, is the most economically viable, and the best way to finally eat decent cheese in this country.

In Copenhagen we ate pizza for just about every meal due to the drastic reduction in price compared to most other types of food available in the city centre. A large pizza set us bak 45-50Kr, which is about $8-10 and a single

…breakfast pizza…

slice (which in some cases was bigger than my face) about 20-25kr, or $4-$5. The best pizza I have had, however, was a delicious margherita pizza from a cute Italian place in Malmo, Sweden. If the ingredients are good quality, all you need are tomatoes, basil and delicious cheese!

I also found an amazing Italian deli in the latin quarter of Aarhus that sells proper gourment pizza (think fresh mozzarella and basil leaves) and paninis with true italian foccacia bread. Also amazingly priced. I am close to swearing off pizza that isn’t made by an Italian and never again subjecting myself to the overpriced crap on a pile of dough they serve in NZ, but unfortunately I know I will live to regret that!

…and the winner of the weekend, lunch pizza in Malmo

I highly recommend seeking out a cheap pizza place if you don’t want to break the bank but can’t make it to a supermarket, or if you have dreams of running gloriously through the Fonterra factory in search of decent dairy products.

I am fairly sure I am at high risk of eating so much pizza that I will turn in to one, and I haven’t even made it to Italy yet! When I get there I will definitely be re-enacting that godawful film ‘Eat, Pray Love,’ except just the eating part. Win.