The best Fish and Chips in the world?

We headed up the coast road of fife today - destination the Anstruther Fish and Chip restaurant. We drove up along the fife tourist route. I think someone somewhere is having a laugh. It takes you through some of the most downtrodden, grey, grotty and grimy towns and villages in Fife. They all look like every last job, except the ones in the pie shop and the bookies, left about 15 years ago. The men are fat, the kids are schemie and the shops all have their shutters down. What exactly are tourists meant to be touring? Yuck.
Anyway then you get to Anstruther. A beautiful, bustling little fishing village. Busy even on an overcast Monday afternoon. We head straight for lunch, cos at three o'clock we are starving. We sit in and get haddock and chips x2, bread and butter and two strong cups of tea. Its not a glamorous place but as sson as those fish and chips arrive Keith and I fall into a self satisfied silence. Nothing comes between us and the golden, crisp, miost and succulent fish and chips - unless you count salt, vinegar or mushy peas. We decide to top it off with an ice cream and got a couple of tubs to sit outside with. I had pineapple and rum & raisin. Keith got vanilla (yaaawn) and toffee.
We took a stroll up to the harbour at Craill and Keith had a little paddle - it was too cold for me, I'm a woosy! It was gone 5 by now so we decided to head home, and promptly got stuck behind an old duffer He braked for every corner - even when only going 25mph, he braked when someone came the other direction and my personal fave when he entered a 30 zone he carried on merrily at 40 mph. I HATE that.
Anyway - a good day was had by all. So we are now back in the flop house. Counting off another day before the off. You don't count the day you go so that leaves one.......aaarrrgghh!