"The whole world can be found on Old Kent Road, but there is still room for Bert’s Fish Bar just off the main drag on East Street, which has been there — as residents might say — for donkey’s years. A common complaint of London fish and chips is that they simply aren’t decadent enough, that too often they don’t leave the stomach winded in a fat coma. There’s no such worry at Bert’s where the knobbly end of batter on the fish is as thick as an arm, giving an edible handle a Cornish miner would be proud off. The waiting time here has always been 15-20 minutes because that’s how long pleasure takes, with the reward of handsome, bronzed chips, as decadent and crunchy as they should be." - Jonathan Nunn