"Eat more Fish"
It says so on the sign. So, okay, I ate a fish. A trout to be more specific. A farm bred little trout. With paprika and butter and no bones. No head either and that is good because I really don't like it when my food looks at me. I think it's rude. Very tasty for a fish that really doesn't have a whole lot of flavor. I know, there are a lot of fish in the sea, but I happen to like this little lake denizen. And when it is served with the steamed veggies - perfectly done so you can stab a carrot without trying - that have little flecks of some herby thing on them and the cheesy potatoes - which are more like twice baked potatoes with something on them that looks sorta like cheese - that taste really, really good, you have got one fine meal.
I miss the half price wine special they used to run on Monday's. Sigh. Now they offer some label I've never heard of and no Pinot Grigio. I get water in silent protest. No one, so far, has noticed my boycott.
There were some odd people sitting next to us. She was worried they were making too much noise. They were eating fish and potatoes, how much noise can a person make? Whatever; maybe she just wanted attention. Seemed very nice, though. Great view out the window to the street (not) though we did get to monitor the existence of our vehicle. Some comfort in that I suppose.
So . . . "eat more fish"!
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