Catfish says.." I heard Room was a load of Pollocks. I'll deffo give it a go in future. Got to be better than the Lobster Pot."

Anonymous says.." What's wrong with The Lobster pot? It's good, it's honest. 10,000 pigeons can't be wrong."

Graham Bandage says.." Those mushy peas from Room look like proper ones, soaked with a tablet (I always wondered about those tablets - could they make anything mushy or was it only peas?) The mushy peas you get in chippies these days are rubbish - they're all huge boulder-sized pea and no mush. I don't think they can be bothered to make proper mushy peas anymore, they're too interested in donner kebabs and the like. I tell you, any chippy which makes proper mushy peas can count on my future custom - as long as it's fairly close to my house, mind. There's nothing worse than a cold chip - and I include global warming and poverty in that."

skinflint says.." Isn't there anywhere you can get decent fish and chips for a fiver in town?"

Anonymous says.." The Lobster Pot. 10,000 pigeons can't be wrong."

Billy Bunter says.." Don't go to the Soul Cafe for fish and chips. It's that school dinner canteen fish and chips that Youngs frozen food make and horrible peas out of a tin. I was reading my paper when it was served it, and the waitress thought the paper was theirs and put it back in the rack. Fair enough, easy mistake, you might think, except when I went to leave, and retrieved it from the rack, I got chased down the road by some boiler from there who aggressively accused me of nicking it. When I pointed out it was mine, she just said "well how was I to know?" and stomped off. I won't be going back."

Graham Bandage says.." I bought a meat pie from the Lobster Pot. Just a meat pie, no chips. And they put salt and vinegar on it, which, to be honest, spoiled it a bit. I don't mind a touch of salt and vinegar straying on to my meat pie when I've bought one with chips. That's fair game. But Mr Holland has already adequately seasoned his pastry products. It never occurred to me to say "No salt and vinegar, please," in the same way that it would not have occurred to me to say "No Nutella on my meat pie, thanks". I've learnt my lesson now."

Twangy says.." What has Peter Holland got to do with this?"

Peter Holland says.." Eh?"

Darren says.." Do you mean the BBC's Peter Holland? Has gone into pie making? Is he working in the Lobster Pot? Am I on the right website here?"

Chuck Norris says.." We lost one of the best city centre chippies when the paradise project started. Everyone moaned about Quiggins gonig, but there was a boss chippy next door to it and I can't remember the name. And what happened to Harry Ramsdens. It was always heaving and I loved the fish and chips, cooked in beef dripping. But gone to make way for an Italian restaurant. So no, I don't know where you can get decent fish and chips in town for under a fiver, but I wish I did."

John Lennon Airport says.." 60 Hope Street almost won best fish and chips in the UK last year but were pipped to the post by Heathcote's at Longridge. Now I've never been there, but I've had the fish and chips at the Liverpool branch and they were ghastly. And I was surrounded by chumps"

Fat git says.." I have been on incapacity benefit for the past 15 years but I wouldn't mind some of those fish and chips from 60 Hope St. Just the size for my substantial girth. Trouble is, too much can make you constipated. I regularly pick people up from Hope Street in my taxi, some of them very famous like that bird out of Atomic Kitten. I would like to take them for fish and chips too, at the Lobster Pot preferably, because there is a rank outside."

Anonymous says.." I would like to take atomic kitten for fish and chips in sefton park and watch them drop their chips"

Michael Myers says.." To John Lennon Airport. You should try restaurant bar and grill fish and chips just across the road from heathcotes. There might be chumps in there as well, but at least there's plenty of other nice things to look at"

Chuck Norris Green says.." Does anyone know if that chip shop in Roes Lane is still doing the business? It used to be the best in Liverpool or something."

David Cameron says.." Far git had better watch it. "

Graham Bandage says.." Chuck Norris: It was Wolly Wong's. Chuck Norris Green: Yes it is. And I recall Harry Ramsden's closed because the land it was on was bought to site a ginormous skyscraper which then got the knock-back. I didn't care by that point, though, because Ramsden's had stopped using beef dripping because they didn't want to put off vegetarians. Frankly, vegetarians shouldn't be going anywhere near a chippy anyway. Last time I looked fish were part of the animal kingdom. And meat pies. Well the meat part, anyway. You're probably okay with the pastry, if you're a vegetarian, as long as it hasn't touched the meat. Oh, and as long as they haven't used lard. God, it's a minefield being a vegetarian, isn't it? Not sure about saveloys, though. What is a saveloy? It looks like a sausage, but if that's the case why isn't it called a sausage? It's not even as if it sounds more exotic."

A. E. Scouseman says.." If this 'Room' place is so good, why does it have a sign so strongly resembling a set of brass knuckles? Was it a practical joke played on the restaurant by some spotty young "dezoyner" or a fair warning that like so many of these heavily-advertised, trendy, new places that one has to expect to rub elbows with bellowing yobs?"

Stanley Street says.." Lemon on a plate of fish and chips? If you are shandy-sipping southern nancy-boy perhaps! And Cod? In the North the traditional fish with chips is Haddock! Saveloys are another weird Southern aberration too."

R. A. Mate says.." Sadly you have to leave Liverpool for decent fish and chips these days. Birkenhead has the purist apprach of 'Johnny's' and 'Giorgio's' where freshness is taken seriously, but for that savoury beef dripping touch you have to slip over the border into Yorkshire. If you want to sit and eat restaurant-style fish and chips without all the shouting chumps you get ruining the atmosphere in Heathcotes I recommend the Neptune Café in Beaumaris. Yum yum, pig’s bum! "

A. E. Scouseman says.." Wolly Wong's wasn't a proper chippy at all. It was a yankee-style fast-food joint that happened to sell chips rather than minced offal. They even made the poor staff wear baseball caps!"

Sir Howard Way says.." Wolly Wong's didn't even have paper to wrap your chips, just those horrid polystyrene box things that scals eat from."

William Brown-Street says.." At the request of my good lady wife we attended that Bar and Grill place on Brunswick Street where we ordered their fish and chips and a bottle of The Widow of course. Alas we were seated at a small table for two in a long row of such tables, I sat on the outside where I was several times jostled by people going to the lavatory, and occasionally even the waitresses because there was insufficient space between the row of diners’ chairs at the tables and some over-large, vulgar booths against the wall that attracted tie-less, shouting yobs who encroached into the aisle, blocking everyone’s passage. It was so annoying I can’t remember what the food was like. It wasn’t cheap though."

bigfoot says.." The best in Wirral is the Marigold restaurant in Banks Road West Kirby. Be warned it is popular and closes at 8pm."

Hooray Henri says..“ George and Angela, College Road, Crosby, is my favourite place for fish and chips - and if you drive quickly to the sea-front car park at Hall Road you can eat them while watching Gormley's iron men.”

Chip ahoy says..“ My favourite is the Crosby Stir Fry for the best chips ever. And then you can quickly drive down to the iron men but must remember to stop before the water gets too deep. Nothing worse than soggy chips.”

William Brown-Street says..“ Post Script to comments about the Bar and Grill above: . Actually the pudding, a large plate bearing a selection of puddings was very good, but another thing that ruined it was being constantly called “guys” by the waitress. ”

Bertie Acough says..“ As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by the autocensor that correctly identified I had not been arsed to sign up (etc), I wondered if the speaker ^ would explain further about these so-called 'guys' pudding. I remember as a person younger by some months, being acquainted by a weightlifter chap reeking of whey. He enthused over his secret weapon to being so 'big'. Apparently he ate a couple of goblins puddings (no relation to guy puddings, so a bit of a seamed segue upon us, praise be) every evening before dinner to 'bulk up'. Goblins puddings, he recounted, were sold in Tesco's (I didn't have the heart to butt in and suggest they were, instead, sold in small cylindrical aluminyum cans) and took him back to the glory days of the popularisation of goblins' now sickly big cousin, the steak and kidney variant. I don't think you can beat a large plate of pudding, although I know a lot of people start small military revolutions over which is better - the savoury or sweet pudding. I know which camp I'm in, and I'm not camp.”

William Brown-Street says..“ Bertie old boy, the pudding was one of those show-off ‘taster’ dishes; a big plate bearing four tiny desserts for each of us plus a central ramekin of ice cream, totalling nine. Had it not been for the bellowing yobs, being addressed as “guys” and the furniture (devised to look good on a design rather than be comfortable or convenient for the diners) I’d have given the place 9/10. Ah, whatever happened to ‘Goblin Beefburgers’? There were even ‘I like Goblin Beefburgers’ button badges when I were a nipper…”

Bertrie AgainOgain says..“ Mr Brown-Street, how did it make you feel, having to trough down gelato from a central sanctum? Are you intimate enough with your dining amigos to scoop in ninefold? I'm not so sure I'd entrust my friendly bacteria to their hostile burblings, you never know if they stuck a spoon in for a second time, thus rendering the now melting ice cream slightly rank. I don't know how I'd put up with that, I'm afraid. I think I'd ask for the ramekin to be returned to kitchen where the sous chef with a nose-picking habit could make the whole situation worse, albeit behind closed doors. You had me for a while, when you said numbering nine. Until I realised there were eight of you, or four very hungry bellies (or two VERY hungry tums, etc).”