Its an anonymity to eat gluten free fish and chips. I've had my rare occasions, like paying for two Subway footlongs in exchange for three half palm-size pieces of fish. Hell, I've gotten so desperate I've broken my Michael Pollen-esque food rules and bought some in the frozen isle at a trendy LA market. Take a guess if satisfaction came from either dire situation.

Irish pubs across the states serve pints and fish and chips, so what would make Ireland anything different? And with the gluten free luck I got in London, I was crossing my fingers that Ireland would be the same.

One quick search on the Internet and a ten minute walk later, Bershoff Fish and Chips came into clear view.