Smells Fishy in Here
There’s this new restaurant opening up at what used to be part of the Greenbelt Food Court (which closed because, according to a friend, the management wants to keep the jolog crowd out; not sure if this is true and I didn’t say it so don’t go pelting me with rotten mangoes or what). It’s called Fish ‘n Chips and mainly frequented by the yuppie crowd. Most of them are sharing dishes since the food portions are like TGIF’s, meaning HUGE, and I made a mistake of eating a whole dish (the house’s Fish ‘n Chips) by myself on one sitting a couple of days ago, resulting in major bowel unloading that night and I just realized this is too much information in a food entry so I’ll shut up now and proceed to the reviews…
Very, very fresh fish! You know it’s fresh because you can’t taste anything distinctly fishy. All I tasted was the tartar sauce slathered on top and the lemon juice I squeezed on it from the slice that came with the dish. The puzzling thing is that it came with fries. I was expecting potato chips, duh, but I’m guessing it’s an English thing and the Brits call fries “chips?”
The whole thing came in a pan it was cooked in. I thought it was an ingenious idea. They could save on dishwashing soaps since there’s no extra plates to clean.
I ordered strawberry lemonade to wash it all down with and it’s fuckin’ delicious! And the best thing is, it’s refillable. I must have had 8 refills and can imagine the waiter privately cursing me to perdition. Eh. I think I had too much of a good thing, though. My stomach keeps on reminding me of that.
And that is all, ladies and gentlemen. No pictures, sorry. I forgot my camera.