Window on our world

Whenever we get a craving for some fresh-fried chip-shop fare we head out to Captain George’s in Brooklin. The fish’n’chips may not come wrapped in newspaper – but then again, it doesn’t back in the UK anymore either. The fish is crispy, the portions HUGE and the lemon tartare sauce is just ‘Mmmmmmmm!’

Oh, and they have great pie.

Even if fish isn’t your thing, it’s worth it just for the feeling of sitting in an American diner like the ones you see in the movies 😉


By Aisha Ashraf

An autistic Irish immigrant in a cross-cultural marriage, Aisha Ashraf is the archetypal outlander, writing to root herself through place and perspective. Published in The Rumpus, The Maine Review, River Teeth, HuffPost and elsewhere, her work explores the legacy of trauma, the nature of being an outsider and the narrow confines of belonging. She currently lives in Canada.

One comment

  1. We had the urge yesterday and availed ourselves of the delicious, deep-fried heart attacks served up by the Grosvenor Fish Bar here in Norwich. It gets my vote because punters are welcome to finger the catch over a pint in the pub opposite 😀

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