Nostalgia rules the roost at this quality chippy, which comes complete with jukebox, jellied eels and newspaper-wrapped chips.
Poppies’ pick and mix assortment of shiny British kitsch – including a jukebox, mini red telephone box and a monochrome photo of heart-throb Cliff Richard – makes it look like a simulation of a fish and chip shop. The food on the plate is also better than the real thing. The Billingsgate-sourced fish is so fresh that diners are offered the option of having it grilled as well as fried. Extending beyond the staples of cod and haddock, the menu encompasses mackerel, seafood platters and jellied eels.
Lemon sole was simple, crisply battered and matched well with Meantime London ale, while chips were irresistible. Takeaway orders in faux-newspaper wraps are doled out by waitresses in diner-style outfits complete with retro headscarves. Service on our visit was outstanding: friendly and unforced. There’s a gleamingly clean feel to the place (powder-blue Formica tables and all) that draws in everyone from neighbourhood hipsters to grandads with little ’uns on their knees.
The bill, however, gives the game away – Poppies is a cut above. It’s spawned a second branch in Camden: not suprising, since this is as good as fish and chips gets.