"Day and night, The Kingfisher’s orange sign glows like a pseudo flame for anyone passing up Homerton High Street and decides, yes, actually, I do need to eat something that’s spent some quality time in a deep-fat fryer. In all honesty, the batter on the cod is very oily and the chips are a shade so pale they could feasibly hard-launch a Edward Cullen x McCain collaboration. And yet, there’s a certain vintage charm to it all that supersedes any sad spuds. Drift in solo and nab one of the few seats by the window so you can watch the world go by to a soundtrack of Turkish pop stars from the speaker, sizzling oil, and the retro tap of the old manual till buttons." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, daisy meager