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.
|The St. Peter's Famous Fish Fry entrance was to the left although this heavenly light may have been telling me to lay off the fried food|
|I miss stopping by church basements that aren't funeral related, maybe I should take up bingo|
|My Aunt Flossie worked in our school cafeteria and gave us freshly baked cookies to brighten up our day|