Kerridge Fish and Chips, though, gets me red-roped. Though not for long, I'm happy to write.

It is the way No 131 Terrace always called out to me and once there, how I only wanted to stay. And after I left, I only want to return.

If my weekends had become about hopscotching around Asian restaurants, I feel certain I had mastered the game. Except after the last meal...