The Golden Hind

Historic Spot for Unmatched Fish & Chips

If it's the archetype of an English chippy you’re seeking, replete with that timeless singsong of sizzling batter and steaming mushy peas, then The Golden Hind on Marylebone Lane shimmers with promise like a beacon. Smack dab in the midst of London's hustle and a stone's throw from Madame Tussauds, it acts as both time-honored institution and tourists' delectable detour. Those faint-hearted abandon hope ye who don’t love haddock or cod cloaked meticulously in a gleaming gold batter. Yet here, even amidst the mania of bustling tables and a soundtrack of cheerful clattering cutlery, culinary comfort reigns supreme—albeit for a price tag that might, shall we say, "cod it on" a bit thick.

With fish speaking of seafaring whispers freshly caught and impeccably cooked, The Golden Hind offers what truly can be called fish and chips nirvana, albeit with slight confounding glitches. You find yourself performing a peculiar arithmetic while navigating the labyrinth menu where chips audaciously pose as 'extras.' Add a smattering of malt vinegar and don’t forget the house mantra: pickled gherkins are a must. Handy Jason, our ambassadorial host beyond reproach, circulates discretely, orchestrating a symphony of satisfaction. Echoes of their age-old crimson history seep through thanks to hearty portions that evoke nostalgia, though the novelty might send penny-pinchers fishing elsewhere in pursuit of portly savings. Still, pop in with recommended reservations and expect impeccable fish fare far removed from those pre-steroyped oil-sopped napkin experiences. Make an exception, visit, and perhaps you'll find reason enough amidst superb batter yet lighthearted sparkles of irony in portion-outs and modern ways. — Penelope Savory