Nothing says, "
Welcome to Wisconsin" like a Friday Fish Fry during Lent. We grew up on them and I had my first
Mountain Dew at one. I remember thinking that yellow-green bottle of sugar was the most extraordinary liquid I'd ever drunk.
Then I learned there were
better things to drink and not all fish fries are created equal. I stopped by one of the most
popular fish fries this weekend and felt as if I'd stepped through a time machine. Funny thing, even though it's only a few miles away I passed through four (almost five) different towns to get there.
I took this with my ever-present tough pocket camera so apologies in advance.
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| Love the expression on her face. I think she's going to drop that bowl o' carbs I mean fries |
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| I miss stopping by church basements that aren't funeral related, maybe I should take up bingo |
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| My Aunt Flossie worked in our school cafeteria and gave us freshly baked cookies to brighten up our day |
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This guy's name is Robert Wagner, he looked confused when I asked him if he was the Robert Wagner, then smiled. He was a sweetheart as was this lady chatting him up. I refrained from adding my two cents about the Natalie Wood investigation
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| Really, all this for two people? You need my help, let me help |
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Visually pleasing tales!
ReplyDeleteIt was fun to go to a fish fry again even though it was a to go order it was VERY crowded, Magic.
Deletenow I want some fish and chips!
DeleteThey actually lasted longer than I thought, Kathy.
DeleteA fish fry is always a great idea, we just had one at our place!
ReplyDeleteDid you now Brian? Who eats the coleslaw?
DeleteI went to my first Lenten fish fry at a church when we spent an RV winter near Mobile -- bunch of us from our RV Park would go every Friday to join the natives"..... it was fun. That was the place where we also went to all the Mardi Gras Parades before Ash Wednesda. Growing up in the Pacific Northwest and going to Catholic School, I knew all about Lent. I just didn't know it was possible to have so much fun getting ready for it --- and those Fish Frys definitely didn't feel like Penance either!!
ReplyDeleteI'd think a southern fish fry would be a little different, no beer batter and maybe some catfish, biscuits and gravy? Sadly I had to look up exactly where AL was on a map thinking it might share a border with LA, but hey, close enough for a festive Mardi Gras.
DeleteI still feel guilting for eating a few chocolate nonpareils while standing in the aisle during The Sound of Music one Lent. I think my mother talked me into giving up candy, as if.
Oh my the fish fry looks ever so good. I want some.
ReplyDeleteI linked this post to Awww Mondays. The kitty asked me to.
Have a fabulous day. ♥
Your kitty definitely qualifies as an awww. ☺
DeleteHa, I wasn't going to then I did and then I see you did, that's pretty funny, Sandee.
DeleteIt was okay, Sandee, but I enjoyed the people and atmosphere more than the food. They did have very good coleslaw which I normally don't care for. There's another place even closer by that I thought was better so I guess I'll have to do a taste test.
DeleteNice photos had to laugh at the cat looking straight at the Fish & Chips
ReplyDeleteHave a fishfrytastic day :-)
I don't want to admit it, but that cat got his share of fish.
DeleteCome on girl! Is that well?!! I am so hungry now ... :)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, you were on a diet! Right? :)
I will be back on the blog on Wednesday.
See you then!
Ok, I think by then it will be nothing but healthy eating for me, Ella.
DeleteHaha, what a temptation for a kitty there:):) What all you would do to get through winter, Jeanna! Are you the type for bingo? The Fish Friday gave you some entertaining shots for All Seasons (I think your brain works fast, because you have a knack for the funnies - I never see these kinds of things!) Have a bright and cheerful week. Wishing you success with your plants!
ReplyDeleteYes, he is under the impression anything delicious should be shared with him, J. It's a pretty common thing and my parents, especially my dad wouldn't miss one for the world. It's when everyone gets together and the men drink at the bar and the kids run wild. I've actually been operating on slow brain lately, if only I did caffeine more often than I do. I'm keeping an eye out for something easy to maintain that grows real tall.
DeleteI had no idea this was a thing. How fun!
ReplyDeleteOh, it's a thing, Lydia.
DeleteSounds delicious and like a good time!
ReplyDeleteI haven't been for far too long, Tamar.
DeleteMmmh I'm ready for a fish fry! I agree with your feline friend, I could help eat that!
ReplyDeleteHe was quite helpful, Carol.
DeleteYummm, I wouldn't mind going to a fish fry. Look at all those French fries. I want some now. The small Catholic Church over in the next town holds a Chicken BBQ every October that's similar: BBQ chicken, beans, salad, garlic bread, and pie. Yummmm.
ReplyDeleteYou know what, Susie, that sounds better! Although they even had cake and popcorn. It's the kind of sheet cake you only see at picnics or grade school cafeterias and I love it.
DeleteKitties love fish, I hope you shared :)
ReplyDeleteHe got more than his share, the little beggar!
DeleteWhat fun. And I love that first shot.
ReplyDeleteI didn't notice the light until I looked at the pics, a bit eerie. I hope you've blown up and framed that photo of Ruby with the snow beard.
DeleteWho can resist fish and chips, smotheted with salt and vinegar and eaten with your fingets. Mmmmm
ReplyDeleteI've never had them that way and always thought we needed a great chip shop here, Fun.
DeleteHAHA..the shot of the cat looking at the fish is PRICELESS!I am not a big fish person but if I am going to eat it then it needs to be FRIED. What other way is there to eat fish? Right?
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way and hated it as a kid so I always got shrimp when they let me. Some fish, however is fantastic, especially fresh caught. I can only think of two places to get great fish unless someone catches it, cleans it and cooks it for you.
DeleteHe's such a chow hound, sometimes I forget he's a cat.
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