Fish and chips and mushy peas? A fine English tradition, and something I’d recommend (as long as it’s done properly) to anyone. But in a pub? Wrong, wrong, all wrong – get a meat pie down you, man. Scampi and chips (wedge of lemon, curly parsley garnish) for the lady wife, maybe, but not the full fish supper, not from a pub. That has to come from a proper chippy.
Given Tony’s inability to guide his American friend in such important matters of culinary culture, I somehow doubt he challenged George to a game of darts, or suggested getting a double round in just before closing time…