Fab Fish n Chips at the Pickled Octopus


As I have said before, there is nothing better than fresh fish.  So when you go on a holiday to a place with lakes and beaches full of fish, it is your chance to catch your own dinner.

However, sometimes no matter how hard you try you just can’t bag those slippery little devils.

So when you have hungry sprogs who have lost interest way before Wal broke the fishing rod, you have to admit defeat and go and buy some fish and chips.

Luckily, the best fish and chips in the world is close at hand at the Pickled Octopus, right on the edge of Tuross Lake on the far south coast of NSW (02 4473 6084).  The Pickled Octopus is right on the lake, so we can swing the boat around and park it against the deck.

You can actually sit upstairs and enjoy a full restaurant menu and table service, but when we rock up in the boat smelling a bit like our left over bait, we feel that staying downstairs (ie outside!) on the deck and ordering fish and chips is the more considerate option. Upstairs or downstairs the view is lovely.


The fish and chips are fabulous.  The fish is always very fresh, the batter crisp and thin and the fish is cooked to just the right texture. The chips are crunchy with a very light batter, but are soft on the inside. The tartare sauce and lemon add the right amount of zest on the side.


About baking bohemian

My name is Jen and I am the baking bohemian. My blog identity comes from the cultural background of my mother’s family, (Bohemian), and my mother’s more left wing lifestyle (bohemian). The big ‘B’ Bohemian refers to the rich cultural heritage of our family that emigrated from Bohemia when it was still its own country (it now comprises two thirds of the Czech Republic). Food featured prominently in the family and broader social life of that part of my family. No social interaction was without sustenance, and any celebration, large or small, was an invitation to cook up a storm. My own family emigrated from the United States to Australia when I was a child. For the most part we lived with our mother, and my dad eventually moved back to the US. The little ‘b’ bohemian relates to the semi-alternative lifestyle we led with our mother. I hesitate to refer to her as a hippy, for that conjures up so many misconceptions, but certainly she was on that side of the fence. She was probably more eccentric than radical at the end of the day, but she could really cook. We always set extra plates at the dinner table because inevitably people would visit at dinner time. I started cooking when I was about eight. Cookies. Obviously I was motivated by desire! I loved cooking, I loved that the kitchen was always, in every way, the heart of the house, so I was always part of anything else that was happening while I was cooking. I loved people loving my food. With all the different things that I have done in my life and am interested in, food has remained my most consistent and enduring passion.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s