More Day 5

Better Self-take with Big Ben and Houses of Parliament. We tried about 5 times before Jared cut me off. This was sadly the best of them... I think I'm losing my touch.

Jared and Big Ben.

Master's Super Fish: Hand's down the absolute BEST fish & chips I've ever tasted!

So, although London is not typically known for being a foodie paradise, our obsession with food demanded that we still try to make the best of it and find the best there was to be had. Growing up, I hated fish, and although I love all things fried, even the fried fish dinners we would have for dinner on Fridays during Lent didn't appeal to me. However, in the seven and a half years I have been with Jared, he has certainly widened my food horizons, and I now actually love most seafood (to a point). It wasn't until we moved to Dubai though, that my love of fish & chips really came into existence. Due to the abundance of Brit's living in Dubai, English pub fare can be found almost anywhere (not so much American bar food, but I'll let that one go for now). So, in the last year I have sampled my fair share of fish and chips around Dubai (the best being at Barasti Beach Bar). So in the mentality of "when in Rome," we set out on Friday night to find the best fish & chips that London had to offer. Upon extensive research of "best of" lists, Jared decided Master's Super Fish in Waterloo was our place. So, after our Big Ben photo-ops we got more serious about walking to Waterloo for dinner.

We walked for about half an hour and passed some areas that I might call 'dodgy' before arriving at our destination. And it turned out to be well worth the walk. Master's is certainly not a touristy place at all, but in fact the exact opposite. It was a greasy spoon dive, packed with locals, serving nothing but fried fish (you could choose between 3-4 different kinds including haddock, cod, etc.), chips (I was temporarily embracing the vernacular), and mushy peas. Perfect. Delicious. Amazing. Hand's Down the best fish & chips I've ever eaten. And my love was only more solidified by Master's embrace of condiment excess, as they put, literally, a troth of tarter sauce on the table with our meals. My biggest pet peeve when eating fish & chips is never having enough tarter sauce and always having to ask for more (but getting a waiter's attention to do that is not always easy). We had enough tarter sauce on our table alone to serve the whole restaurant, and I was in fish & chip heaven. So after getting our fill (sadly, my fish was so big I couldn't even finish it), we decided we definitely needed to keep walking to burn off our fried food coma.

So we walked along the South Bank, stopping periodically for more photo-ops. Jared was not at all thrilled with the number of self-takes I made him pose for.

A beautiful view down the river as the sun was setting.