A new shopping center nearby opened last year, and the smaller shops have been popping up like weeds. The Skinny Dip frozen yogurt shop is great. It's serve yourself. Fill your bowl as full as you please, mix in anything you want, and pay by the ounce.
We tried that last week. This week, it was Finn McCools.
Not good.
I was hoping for a decent U.S. impersonation of an Irish Pub. It wasn't. It was more of a sports bar. Notre Dame vs. Purdue on one screen, Tennessee vs. Auburn on another.
Mrs. B ordered a chopped chicken salad. With fingers crossed, I ordered fish and chips. Mrs. B said the chicken salad was great.
The fish and chips wasn't.
It was served with tartar sauce. Mayonnaise with chopped bits of "stuff" in it. In my book, that's a hanging offense.
Luckily, the waitress had the good sense to leave a bottle of malt vinegar. I did not have to resort to violence.
The fish in fish & chips is Icelandic cod, right? Wrong. Try Pollack. Biologically, the same family. Different genus.
The batter was great. The fish was mushy, not flakey. Ick.
I couldn't get a black and tan.
Redeeming quality: all the waitresses were those pleated schoolgirl skirts and knee socks.
Sorry. That was inappropriate. I'm way too old for that. Or, maybe not.
And, I seem to have gone Brennigesque after reading his blog today. Apologies to the B-man.
Nebraska plays Virginia Tech tonight. Football - the oblong, pointy kind, not the silly kind where nobody scores points and fans kill each other or the referees, and the stars have poshy, alien-looking wives with 80 lb. bodies and 20 lb. breasts.
1 comment:
yick. i had excellent fish and chips on saturday but that was in Teignmouth, Devon. Yoghurt place sounds super though!
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