2010.03.08 - Hamilton Fish & Chips: Hutch's Dingley Dell

On the second warm weather fluke of the year, I decided I would drive to some kind of little small-town fish & chip outpost. I set upon the internet, hunting for the perfect target, and after a whole lot of bad leads I came across reports of what appeared to be exactly what I was looking for: Hutch's in Hamilton.

Bonus points for it being right on a beach.

So off I set, crossing the big bridge and approaching the industrial wasteland...

The beach was a bit more gross than I'd expected...

But Hutch's didn't disappoint!

Despite all the deliciously greasy stuff on the menu, I stuck to the plan and ordered up the fish & chips - and it was incredible. The serving was a massive pile of brown, fried goodness:

The batter was crispy and not remotely heavy, the fish was perfectly moist, and the fries were nice and chunky and cooked perfectly. Then, just when I didn't think it could get any better, I discovered a huge second piece of fish hiding under the fries:

One of the best parts of the meal though was definitely the point when a Hamilton local strolled by my window on the boardwalk openly swigging a Labatt's 50 - The Hammer is The Hammer is The Hammer, and I love it.

Needless to say, I'll be making the trip to Hamilton again at least a few times over the summer - there's so much greasy goodness still to try, and maybe the beach won't be so completely gross.

Here's where I was:

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