Our Uber driver told us to “have a great day” when he dropped us off at The Great Westside Fish Fry, but he didn’t need to. As soon as I stepped out of his Honda Civic and caught a whiff of what was cooking, I knew it would be.
I thought back, right away, to the fish fries I went to as a kid.
Most were held at church, which meant the price of fried fish was often sitting through an extended sermon led by a long-winded pastor. It was always worth it anyway…