Fish and Chips
Theo raved over the "bottomless pop" and not the all-you-can-eat fish and chips meal that it came with. I wasn't entirely hungry at 11:30, almost two hours before my usual lunch time, but what the hey for $8.95 I'll go for it. The joint was pretty quiet when we arrived, but filled up quickly by the time our plates of fish and chips were set in front of us. Two pieces of fried cod over a bed of fries and my bottomless root beer — this had to be my most unhealthiest meal since I've moved here to Vancouver. The fish was super crispy and so were the fries. It was better than what I had in Steveston last weekend.
"Oh this is much better than in White Rock." Mario tells me to never eat the fish and chips there. "They don't let all the oil drain after its fried and it becomes all soggy. You know? Of course you know, you have a restaurant!"
"No, I don't have a restaurant. That's my dad's." Venessa jumps in, "But you'll inherit it!" I laugh. Funny... how that reminds me of all the times when people used to say that to me and Sarah when we were little.
"Tell Theo and Aggie how old you were when you started peeling peapods." I think I was four or five... all I know is that I was small. Dad would sometimes bring me to the restaurant and give me a box of peapods to peel. He showed me how to peel them and told me to do them all. Of course, I'd do a few and then go play with my remote control car. I don't really remember how old I was when I really had to do a full box of peapods, but it was always something I dreaded. "Peapods, not again!" I'd always whine. Angie, Sarah and I all wished that peapods could come peeled already. And now they do! What took them so long? Did they always exist? Or was there suddenly a demand? Probably a better source of cheap labor than kids who whined all day about peeling peapods.
The waiter asks if we want more fish. Barely able to finish our plates of fried goodness, we all said no thanks. And Theo who raved over the "bottomless pop", could only get through one glass of coke. I think I've had enough fish and chips for the year.
"Oh this is much better than in White Rock." Mario tells me to never eat the fish and chips there. "They don't let all the oil drain after its fried and it becomes all soggy. You know? Of course you know, you have a restaurant!"
"No, I don't have a restaurant. That's my dad's." Venessa jumps in, "But you'll inherit it!" I laugh. Funny... how that reminds me of all the times when people used to say that to me and Sarah when we were little.
"Tell Theo and Aggie how old you were when you started peeling peapods." I think I was four or five... all I know is that I was small. Dad would sometimes bring me to the restaurant and give me a box of peapods to peel. He showed me how to peel them and told me to do them all. Of course, I'd do a few and then go play with my remote control car. I don't really remember how old I was when I really had to do a full box of peapods, but it was always something I dreaded. "Peapods, not again!" I'd always whine. Angie, Sarah and I all wished that peapods could come peeled already. And now they do! What took them so long? Did they always exist? Or was there suddenly a demand? Probably a better source of cheap labor than kids who whined all day about peeling peapods.
The waiter asks if we want more fish. Barely able to finish our plates of fried goodness, we all said no thanks. And Theo who raved over the "bottomless pop", could only get through one glass of coke. I think I've had enough fish and chips for the year.
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