For a west coast lad, it is tantamount to treachery to pay any tribute to an east coast chippy. It puts me on the wrong side of a fundamental Scottish divide: salt and vinegar versus salt and sauce. But I make no apology for preferring the latter, Edinburgh option every time. There's nowhere better for that than Rapido, not far from the Playhouse theatre. In a city packed with very good chippys, this one stands out from the crowd: it's bright and welcoming, it does a massive range of food beyond the basic fish, the chips are always at exactly the right point between too fresh and too stale, and - crucially - it's open late. No night out in the city is complete unless it's rounded off with a smoked sausage supper, smothered in brown sauce.
79 Broughton St, Edinburgh
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