On our first day in Galway we managed to shuffle some work around so that we could spend a day exploring. We wandered down to the Claddagh, drank in the atmosphere of the Latin Quarter, and decided to round it off with a tasty lunch of fish and chips. Sadly, the weather wasn’t at its best: and we’d left most of our winter clothes in Edinburgh. We still enjoyed it though, and I can only imagine the buzz here when the famous oyster festival is on the go.
So where is one to go for fish and chips in Galway? There’s only one sensible answer it seems, and that’s McDonagh’s. It’s a seafood restaurant as well as a “chipper”, so we got a bit confused by the menu which mostly recounted their fancier wares, such as grilled salmon and sole.
They did have a board outside advertising their haggis suppers though, and a few folk were tucking into regular old fish and chips. In the end we just wandered up and asked for two fish and chipses, and the counter staff told us to take a seat in the restaurant. Well, that was easy! I suppose after eight months in France our confidence was knocked after so many waiting staff glaring at us (because our French is piss poor).
The restaurant was fairly quiet. The decor was sort of faux quaint, with murals of Irish fisherfolk decorating the walls. At first I thought maybe we’d stumbled into a tourist trap, but once the food arrived all of my fears were allayed. I swear, this is the best fish and chips I’ve ever eaten: and I’ve been to the Anstruther Fish Bar in its heyday. The batter was light and crisp, and the chips were lovely fat pieces of crunchy and creamy potatoey goodness. I reckon they were cooked in animal fat, they had that sort of rich flavour.
James disagreed with me about it being the best fish and chips, but he likes his batter soggy. What a weirdo, eh?
McDonagh’s gets two thumbs up from me, and I reckon all of their awards are most certainly well deserved.