Piccadilly is a top choice of local British ex-pats looking for their favorite homeland fix outside of late-night curries and Guinness. You know Piccadilly means business right when you walk in the door and get a peep at the deep fryer. Massive and curiously adorned with a lovely stained-glass inlay recalling its native Wales, it's like the Cadillac of crispers, offering up beautifully gilded fish and chips on plastic platters and paper. The rest of the joint is very no-frills by comparison to this expert piece of machinery, but the food is so delicious that it reduces the importance of ambience. They happen to fry up a lot of other stuff, too, like chicken, oysters, and crab. But, sadly, not Twinkies or Snickers.