Simon It's Friday night. A builder, let's call him Barry, has just finished 'work'. His pockets are stuffed with the twenty pound notes he's oiled from some luckless homeowner in lieu of a cheque. Barry's is a world without VAT or conscience.
And now he's off to the 'chippie'. Time to stuff his pre-pub belly with cod in crispy orange gunk and black-eyed chips as mushy and squat as fat people's fingers.
That's Builder's Fish And Chips for you. But very much not for us.
Our Architect's Fish And Chips takes this nourishing, cheap staple and makes it everything food should be. Expensive. Complex. And utterly architectural in its use of light and space.