Fish, chips, prawn chips, Cornish pasties, bikers, punks and soccer jerseys — what more could you ask of a neighborhood chipper in Denver, Colorado? This cement bunker of a space has been transformed into a down-and-dirty fish joint, with picnic tables in the dining room and beers at the bar. The menu is short and to the point; the food excellent. Too bad the place isn't open later for those last-call crowds in need of some straight-from-the-fryer goodness while sobering up.