A fond memory from my boyhood was the daily late afternoon arrival of a lorry like this. Within minutes folks were coming out of their bungalows with coinage in hand.
The smell was heavenly. No napkins were supplied so people brought their own (after getting grease on your hands and wrists a few times you learn).
He would park near a public rubbish bin so you could deposit your lard laden newspaper.
About the same time the Corona Man would pull up selling these.
It's hard to beat original Fish & Chips in England at some small Pub. I have fond memories of several back in the 60's. I did find a "Pub" in Topeka KS that came a close 2nd.
Like I said in the OP, I got my fix today after church. Went to Bag of Nails in Westerville. Took the wife and one of the "Church Ladies". I had unsweet tea, but probably should have gotten a draft or two!