You really had to be elusive to avoid being caught eating something "normal" on a Friday night. There was such a fetish about it, too - trying to find the ideal fish fry experience. You'd critique the batter, the selection, the portion size, the availability of seconds, the side items, the beverage, the wait times, and of course the price. Atmosphere was definitely secondary. I mean, what can you expect at a KC Hall or VFW post, anyway?
Where they really need fish fry police is in California. J1 sent me this pic on her cell the other day. You must be kidding!
A Filet-O-Fish at McDonalds may qualify for fish fry in California, but.. ha. Here, we catch our own sitting out on the frozen lakes.
So last Friday, we went to St. Odelia's parish for fish. It was the first of the season, and much like when Julie Mancuso is first down the hill in the Super-G with a decent time, the first clean fish fry run becomes the standard to beat for all the other parishes.
Baked and battered were both available, and each were nicely done, with minimal line length, and pretty prompt refills when the chafing dishes went empty. Side items were steamed green beans devoid of all seasoning, cole slaw that was a tad sweet, and au gratin potatoes (a highlight). Water and coffee at the tables in the school cafeteria, and grade school students serving cookies and clearing plates. A very nice atmosphere, and only $8/person, including seconds on fish and dessert! Wow. Heck of a deal.
The other parishes will need a clean run and a fast time to catch St. Odelia's for a place on the medal platform at the Fish Fry Games.
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