The Fish Rots From the Head

Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew. Malt vinegar and lashings of salt. A fish dinner served up by a truck in a newspaper cone. That was then, that was before taste buds got hard boiled, before the bowtie culture wars. Pickled onions are now too small they should have stayed big and brown something saucy and sour to munch on while walking around London town. Peas pudding, jellied eels, pork pie to tempt our eyes. Mostly all gone or not the same. Shame, for now we are cosmopolitan even here in the Midwest we are upscale in the fine dining fare. French, Italian, Bolivian, Mongolian, Mexican and Estonian, it's all good or can be, but fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, nothing better!