Saturday night . . .
. . . at the Irish Rover
My jones for a good plate of fish & chips had reached critical mass. Previously we had tried Finn McCool's, which advertises Atlantic cod in a Bass beer batter sauce with chips and tartar sauce.
That should have been a clue.
They did have malt vinegar after all, so I ordered the fish & chips. The fish was undercooked and soggy, and I couldn't get a black and tan.
Scratch off Finn McCools as a bunch of poseurs.
Last week, Mrs. B put on her internet search hat and found Conklin's Irish Rover. Bless her little heart.
She ordered some non-Irish baked fish, and I ordered the fish & chips.
Real fish in Guinness batter. Chips, not potato chips.
"Malt vinegar, or tartar sauce?" says the serving wench.
"Malt vinegar, of course!" says I. "My Riley ancestors would haunt me otherwise"
So, it was fish & chips, a half-and-half (Guinness & Harp) and a fine little slice of Irish soda bread.