Tryst Williams taste test.
As befits a chip shop that serves up goujons rather than fish fingers, the Finnegan's chip experience definitely cried out for a Jilly Goolden-style taste test.
First there was the presentation - the reassuringly golden chips nestled delicately in their primrose yellow wrapper, shrouded in a fine mist of sprayed - not sprinkled - vinegar.
Inside, the chips were a cheeky little number with overtones of, err, potatoes and oil.
Not bad for a quid, as Jilly wouldn't say.
And my late Mamgu - who could never buy a bag of chips without asking, 'Are they piping hot?' - would most certainly have approved of the shop's innovative corrugated cardboard box, designed to keep those all-important fish and chips warm for the homeward journey.