Going out to eat was a big deal. This was the era when one
dressed up to go shopping, so a lunch or dinner at a restaurant required one’s
Sunday best. Except on Friday nights when families went to bars and children
were welcome. All for a fish fry. In Buffalo, this meant battered haddock, French
fries, and coleslaw. My parents had beer and I could order a Shirley Temple.
Over the years, as meatless Fridays were no longer the norm
and a plethora of restaurant chains offering burgers, tacos, chicken, pasta,
and salads appeared, eating out became more common. Most bars stopped the
traditional fish fry so VFWs adopted Friday nights as a way to make money while
providing people with a reasonable dinner and a chance to gather. Broiled became
an option for the fish.
This came to mind because last week I was talking to a small
business owner who has a seafood restaurant in Chicago and he mentioned they
offer a Friday night fish fry. When I asked what fish he uses he said haddock.
Then, on Friday night some friends and I ended up at a 60+ year-old restaurant
with that neighborhood feel and lots of comfort food on the menu. Two of us had
the ‘all you can eat’ fish fry. Turns out they use cod, and while it wasn’t the
best plate of food I’ve ever had, included in each bite were the memories of
all the previous Friday nights with family and other friends, and I savored
every morsel.
Hope something delicious tickles your taste buds, be it pierogis or fried
rice or spaghetti and that it provides a sweet nostalgia as we enter the holiday
season.
Marilyn
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