It has been a while since Faulkner’s dominated London’s ‘best chippies’ lists. The fish & chips may not be up there, quality-wise, with the new breed of ‘trendy’ chip shops (Poppies, Fish House
& suchlike), or even that of the average corner fish bar, but this local institution remains loved for other reasons. It’s a journey back in time, to a decade when avocado & prawns, French
coffee & bottles of Liebfraumilch seemed the giddy height of sophistication. Tongue-in-cheek trendies, cab drivers & pensioners still gladly support the place, ordering its jellied eels,
fried fish (in matzo meal or batter) & proper ‘school dinner’ desserts such as spotted dick, syrup pudding or jam roly-poly. Like the food, the furnishings hail from a bygone era. Sit beneath
the fake beams & Artex ceiling, gaze through the net curtains, & celebrate the lunar landings with a pint of wallop.