text: As I write this review I am still waiting to poop this abomination out of my body in order to feel some semblance of normalcy Rare is the day when you are driving down the road and DO NOT see an I Am Addicted to Petes Fish Chips bumper sticker However as a native Canadian who has been in the States for over years and Arizona for about years I had yet to eat fish chips below the th parallel My husband a Bay Area transplant had a hankering for some fish and chips and thought what better place to try than the one advertised on many a back bumper So off we went in the Ferrari of minivansnnMy husband asked how big the pieces of fish were after all you could get pieces for under how big could they be About the size of a fish sandwich said the guy behind the counter that should have been our first clueBoth of us are used to pieces of fish being of the platesized varietynnWe did not get fish and chips What we got was a mystery substance covered in crackermeal then flash frozen for God knows how long before it is dropped in grease EVERYTHING lacked flavor except for the ketchupTapatio known as Petes Sauce The shrimp like the fish was of questionable origin about as authentic as the Rolex you can get from the guy with the trench coat in New York The fries were bland totally tasteless Not sure what was in that plastic packet that claimed to be Malt Vinegar n nIf the Mother Country knew these yokels were wearing the Union Flag on the backs of their uniform shirts we would be thrust into war with her for certainnnThe whole experience forced me back into my Canada Rule Never again nnReally deserves no or negative stars but Yelp will not let me grade that low