I remember the above and thought my dad was a bit exotic when he had a fried egg on top of his steak.
Of course, in 1975 the end of ‘The War’ was only 30 years before and rationing had gone on till the mid-50s. Steak and chips (with egg!) would have seemed positively sybaritic.
I can remember having Dover Sole on one such excursion, in Margate of all places. Almost the first time* I’d had fish that wasn’t deep fried in batter.
* apart from kippers.