When we ordered the fish and chips, we weren't expecting (what looked like) AN ENTIRE FISH...especially one so large and heavily battered that it failed to fit on the square plate it arrived on. We don't know about you, but we like the visual appeal of food fitting within the confines of the dish it's served on...but that's just us two crazy kids.
We stared at it for a couple of minutes, wondering where to start. Some careful maneuvering later, we cut straight down the middle...confident in the knowledge that one half of the giant fish will be saved for the doggy bag home.
It tasted like beer batter...with fish, which isn't bad if you like the doughy stuff. We don't. The sweet potato fries were tasty but didn't make up for the discontent we were experiencing with our dinner pick. If Terry could eat that wedge of lemon, he probably would have.
The dinner's only saving grace - it reminded us why we hate going to big chain restaurants.
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| Largest. Fish n Chips. Ever. |
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| So big, it hurt. Titus says, 'That's what she said'. |
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