Sam, Rachel & Co. came over Friday afternoon to visit Lloyd, and when I got home we decided that it would be a good idea to go to Bee for Fish. Bee is a teeny-tiny little town north of here that serves bar food, and on Fridays they serve hundreds of people hundreds of plates of fried cod, coleslaw, crinkle-cut french fries and a slice of buttered rye bread. A lady at the table next to us looked at her plate and softly said that she was expecting a sandwich. The robust lady owner/waiter said, “A sandwich? There’s no such thing. We have plates.” A tablemate handed the lady his slice of rye so she could invent a sandwich.
The ambiance is amazing – people were packed in carpeted wall to carpeted wall. The food was delicious – its flavor enhanced by the hour-long wait. I would have eaten the tabletop and pronounced it fabulous.
A good time was had by all, including Rachel, who didn’t make it in my group shot. (Sorry, Rae.)