AFTER getting lost in Warwick I chanced upon the Westgate Fish Bar close to Warwick Castle. Happily, losing my way makes me gag for chips.

The ceiling inside the 600-year-old building was disarmingly low from a fire risk point of view, but a £1.10 cone weighing 200g on my incar scales were a veritable bargain. Served by Chris, a happy knight in shining kitchen, the week-old new potatoes were deliciously sweet, beautifully coloured and ever so slightly crispy.