There's one at the end of my road, all of a hundred yards away.
It's a proper old fashioned back street chippy, where you have to shout "One haddock please" as you walk in, so the man frying the fish knows to dip one in the batter and put it in the fat for you.
All the fish are cooked to order and the chips are gorgeous. They do Holland's pies, which you'll know if you're from the North West. I'm not much of a pie fan, but I do believe that the afficionados of Holland's pies are legion. My brother lives abroad now and any time he's here for a visit , the first thing he does is run up there for a steak and kidney pud, chips and gravy!! It amuses his wife no end. As a lady who's not from these parts, she can see no merit in them at all, but she knows he loves them with the passion of a thousand suns.
It opens for dinner and tea; half eleven till three and half four till 7 and there is always a queue, because it is very good and people round here must like their chips.