Bardsley's
Hours
Chamber Rating
-
Matthew Max Jackson
When I say 'Do you fancy fish?' I'm really saying 'Shall we go to the Regency?', when I say 'Shall we go to The Level?', I'm really saying 'Grab the bongos and the Fire Poi'. When I say 'Fish and Chips?', I'm really saying 'Bardsleys?'. Over the years, I've sat inside and eaten from shiny plates, I've taken away wrapped up parcels to dish out at home, I've sat on a bench round the corner and eaten chips with a wooden fork poker thing. AND, (and I say this quietly, because to me it's an indication that they're not endlessly chasing those few extra quid to keep the lights on, the people that profit the mist financially understand that past a certain point, the more of that filthy lucre that comes in is not the equal of or same in worth to the extra time and effort required from you. Whoever runs the whole caboodle understands the whole work/life balance thing, so on the odd occasion I forget that you can't sit in at ten o'clock at night or the fryers are off and the windows are dark on an evening walk home, I tut selfishly for a second and walk on, not for a moment longer begrudging the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of their labour, passion, commitment and experience of any Bardsley, real or imagined, living or dead, family, friend or employee. Battered fish, grilled fish, even breaded fish one time I think. Consistently at the top of the game, not just at what they do, which they are, but how to do all that other stuff better too, which they do. And when I say "Well that's a big one. Ooh, Never seen one that big before! Looks tasty! Go on, give it a good battering, oh that reminds me of my Charlie, I've no idea why dear. Who dear? Me dear? Hide the sausage dear? Actually, put another one in there but don't wrap it up, that'll do me for the walk home" I'd better be standing at the Bardsleys counter. And if I'm not, well, then never you mind, a real old brass recognises real old class, though there's less of it around these days. That's what she said etc etc Parking: Absolute nightmare.
Apr 22nd, 2023 -
Craig Stephan
Food : 5/5 | Service : 5/5 | Atmosphere : 5/5 More
Apr 20th, 2023 -
Luke Smith
Apr 16th, 2023 -
Savannah Childress
Best cod and chippies in Brighton. Hot and fresh.
Apr 13th, 2023 -
Vicky Wilson
Apr 12th, 2023
Contact Info
- (127) 368-1256
Questions & Answers
Q What is the phone number for Bardsley's?
A The phone number for Bardsley's is: (127) 368-1256.
Q Where is Bardsley's located?
A Bardsley's is located at 23A Baker St, Brighton, eng BN1 4JN
Q What is the internet address for Bardsley's?
A The website (URL) for Bardsley's is: http://bardsleys-fishandchips.co.uk/
Q What days are Bardsley's open?
A Bardsley's is open:
Sunday: Closed
Monday: Closed
Tuesday: 12:00 PM - 7:00 PM
Wednesday: 12:00 PM - 12:00 PM
Thursday: 12:00 PM - 12:00 PM
Friday: 12:00 PM - 12:00 PM
Saturday: 12:00 PM - 12:00 PM
Q How is Bardsley's rated?
A Bardsley's has a 4.5 Star Rating from 545 reviewers.
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( 545 Reviews )Matthew Max Jackson on Google
When I say 'Do you fancy fish?' I'm really saying 'Shall we go to the Regency?', when I say 'Shall we go to The Level?', I'm really saying 'Grab the bongos and the Fire Poi'.
When I say 'Fish and Chips?', I'm really saying 'Bardsleys?'.
Over the years, I've sat inside and eaten from shiny plates, I've taken away wrapped up parcels to dish out at home, I've sat on a bench round the corner and eaten chips with a wooden fork poker thing.
AND, (and I say this quietly, because to me it's an indication that they're not endlessly chasing those few extra quid to keep the lights on, the people that profit the mist financially understand that past a certain point, the more of that filthy lucre that comes in is not the equal of or same in worth to the extra time and effort required from you. Whoever runs the whole caboodle understands the whole work/life balance thing, so on the odd occasion I forget that you can't sit in at ten o'clock at night or the fryers are off and the windows are dark on an evening walk home, I tut selfishly for a second and walk on, not for a moment longer begrudging the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of their labour, passion, commitment and experience of any Bardsley, real or imagined, living or dead, family, friend or employee. Battered fish, grilled fish, even breaded fish one time I think. Consistently at the top of the game, not just at what they do, which they are, but how to do all that other stuff better too, which they do.
And when I say "Well that's a big one. Ooh, Never seen one that big before! Looks tasty! Go on, give it a good battering, oh that reminds me of my Charlie, I've no idea why dear. Who dear? Me dear? Hide the sausage dear? Actually, put another one in there but don't wrap it up, that'll do me for the walk home" I'd better be standing at the Bardsleys counter.
And if I'm not, well, then never you mind, a real old brass recognises real old class, though there's less of it around these days. That's what she said etc etc
Parking: Absolute nightmare.
Craig Stephan on Google
Food : 5/5 | Service : 5/5 | Atmosphere : 5/5 More
Luke Smith on Google
Savannah Childress on Google
Best cod and chippies in Brighton. Hot and fresh.
Vicky Wilson on Google