Thou must only consume and enjoy fish tacos in the midst of day-of-the-dead paraphernalia, mojito-toting hipster staff and thumping Latin music (or a mobile version of this in a food van), so it's initially strange to be waiting in a somewhat standard fish and chip shop for such fare. Doubly strange then to be presented with a very inviting paddle of three tacos, splayed open with two crispily battered Barramundi fillets in each, beautifully decorated with Chipotle Mayo and a vibrant cabbage salad. You know when there's a groan or a moan during the first mouthful you've stumbled onto something great, but when you're seriously craving it days later and can't wait to get back there for your next dose it's confirmed you've found a mini-Nirvana.

I've been back again and again.

The proprietors are a lovely couple who clearly put an enormous amount of care and effort into everything they do, not just these addictive tacos. That it takes a while if there are more than one or two other customers is not a negative - it's a testament to the level of fastidiousness they seem unwilling to sacrifice.