I’m a firm believer that some of the best things in Detroit are draped in neon and stuck in a glorious 1950s time warp. There is a specific kind of magic at this special spot. It’s the smell of bubbling peanut oil and the briny, golden promise of a fish fry that hasn’t changed its rhythm since Eisenhower was in office.
This legendary spot stands as a titan of the state’s culinary map, offering the absolute best traditional fish and chips and authentic retro dining in Michigan.
It’s all about straightforward, sizzling perfection on a plate, no foams, no fusses, just fish fried to a crisp, airy finish that shatters when you bite. I love that the hours are focused and the service is brisk; it’s a place that respects the craft of the deep fryer. If you want a meal that feels like a delicious, greasy handshake from history, you’ve found the motherlode.
Start With The Batter Fried Cod, Keep It Simple
The first bite of Scotty Simpson’s cod cracks quietly, then gives way to silky flakes that feel almost custard light. The batter is impressively thin, evenly bronzed, and never greasy, which is a testament to how carefully they mind the temperature of their peanut oil…