Summary: Nobody makes fish and chips the way they do on earth.
Rose tugs the Doctor’s sleeve and points. “Look! A fish and chip shop! We’re on an alien planet in the future and they have fish and chips! We should get some!”
“Nah.” The Doctor shakes his head. “You don’t want fish and chips when you’re on an alien planet! That’s boring. You should try some of the local dishes. Snooburgers, or Kadlavashi, or Dingles. They’re sort of like Swedish meatballs, only spicier.”
“I thought you liked fish and chips!”
“I do, but the chips here are soggy and they never get the batter right.”