Drunk Like A Fish
This past Friday, I headed out to a Catholic church to partake in a fish fry. This was my first fish fry, and I’m not sure about other places, but this was a crazy fish fry. The line to get inside took us about two hours. So what do these people in line do to pass the time? They drink. and drink. and then drink some more. At our disposal was about 30 cans/bottles of beer. Some people even wheeled in a mini-keg. SWEET! Definitely doing that next time. The only problem is the line at the Port-A-Potty gets a little long as the night goes on.
I can tell you that after the first few beers go down, it doesn’t really matter how long the line is. I think it makes the fish taste better, too.
When we finally made it inside, we were served a huge helping of fried fish, cole slaw, fries, and all the bread you can eat. Sides of tartar sauce, ketchup, hot sauce, and cocktail sauce were plentiful. I couldn’t find the malt vinegar, but that can easily be attributed to my inebriation. If you manage to finish the plate, which I did (hey, I WAS in line for 2 hours), you can bring your plate up for more fish and fries. WOW. What a deal.
The fish fries go on every Friday during Lent and apparently are great fundraisers for the church. I hear that they’re bigger in some regions of the country than others. Last week, the fish fry I attended served some 3,500 people x $8 bucks. That’s not a bad day’s work.
See you there next Friday!