Time: Somewhere in the Sixties. A Friday night. My Mom says we're going to the Drive-In. But first we stop off at the corner Fish & Chips shop. My Dad shoves 50cents in my hand. I run inside and hand Uncle Papadopoulis the money (he knows what we want) and he hands me this huge 2kg wrapped-in-newspaper parcel. Its 8 huge battered hake fillets and a mountain of chips. Times have changed. The fish are not as big now but we do try to recapture the moment. Confirm with us for immediate availability or preparation time.