I'm a fan of these old school fish and chips shops. Nothing fancy and they have all the trappings from yesteryear, right down to the cheesy little yellow and white receipt book with the handwritten scribbles on it. The big plastic swordfish on the wall and the deep fryers out in open view with decades of patina worn as a badge of honour. The menu is clearly displayed along the top of the kitchen area, with halibut and chips as the highlight etched in the brown plastic. 'Please be seated' she says as I pick my drink from the varieties of pop cans in the cooler. 'I'll have a root beer please' as I turn to sit at the chrome edged tables overlooking the full front picture window high up in the strip mall overlooking the parking lot and the Queensway on a busy and gorgeous Friday evening. The service was perfect, as were the fish and chips along with cole slaw, 'do you have any lemon?' already knowing the answer because you always have to ask in these shops. 'O yes' she says, bringing one glorious slice on a plate. Perfection, I tell you.