A traditional seaside fish and chip shop with a waggish name. You’ll have seen the sort a thousand times if you patronise English seaside resorts at all. Their slogan ‘we’ll batter anything’ is backed up by a comical cartoon of a fish with a machine gun. Not too bad, if you’re a collector of fish-gangster pun memorabilia.
The Codfather has two advantages over the cheaper chip shops further in the town – it is right where you need it, and it hardly ever closes. Even on a Sunday, or late at night, you can rely on the good Father of Cod to dish up the fish. They also do Matt’s favourite, black pudding – a rarity in southern chip shops, although a staple elsewhere. Cat has been known to go for a hot chicken pie, which can be a bit dehydrated if it’s sat in the hot cupboard for a while.
Sadly, the food quality is variable and sometimes really isn’t that good. The oil has on occasions been so old you could see little black bits floating in it. Their chips are somewhat pallid, and if the place is full they have been known to undercook the chips to get them out quickly. So make sure you get a well-done lot. Portions too vary, are not very big, with some fish pieces being more like fingers. However service is brisk and friendly, and the proprietor is an amiable chap who enjoys a chat if he’s not over-run with spotty European students buying cans of coke and chips and feeling daring.