The Dolphin

I feel obliged to say from the off that I may have been a bit the worse for wear when I visited the Dolphin, but not so bad that I cannot remember a very fine portion of fish and chips slathered in salt, vinegar and tomato ketchup. Surely the only civilised way to have it, no?
The cod was firm and white and the batter suitably thick with a dash of grease. Perfect. The chips were not just so good and I fear they may have seen the deep fat fryer more that once, but hey, there are worse things in life to worry about. And I’m pleased to report that the two cost me a purse friendly £4. High fives to that.
Would I go back? Absolutely. Would I have cod and chips again? Darn right. But with a side of onion rings next time.
Seriously though, the Dolphin does just what you expect it to — serve up lots of portions of fish and chips and pasties and sausages and onion rings. It’s not sophisticated and I wouldn’t recommend making eye contact with other customers late at night, but it hits the spot.