Lonesome Dory

Lonesome Dory

I haven’t had decent fish and chips since we lived in Vancouver, Canada where we used to eat it every weekend because their fish was always so fresh. Their chef in the open kitchen knew us by sight and would always double our orders at no extra charge. If we ordered 2 pieces of cod or halibut each, he would give us four, imagine that lolol! Seriously, where can you find service like this here??!

Here in town, there’s a fish and chips place that’s been around for ages. I used to take the kids there but we gave up on them years ago because their fish was less than fresh. I mean, if fish is your mainstay, it’d better be fresh and firm. Last year, I dropped by for lunch hoping things had changed? Well, they’re still popular as ever (go figure!!) but their fish has changed. So no going back!

Fast forward to recently when this new place opened up at the same mall. These days, I’ve learned to have zero expectations of anything so I don’t set myself up for disappointment. On my first visit, I chose the least expensive option, the Dory, and added on the soup of the day for my lunch partner.

While waiting for my order, I went to collect the dips and sauces. Clearly there were more plastic plates to transport than I had hands for. So I lined them up along my arm but the most I could manage was 3 lolol! So you can imagine how many trips it took me to transport one set for me, another set for my lunch partner (no cross-saliva) plus cutlery, etc.

Lonesome Dory

When I went to collect my order, I was like: But where’s Dory? Oh wait, there she is, all by her lonesome! Right away, I kicked myself: Where do you think you are, sister? Vancouver? Were you thinking they’d throw in an extra piece at no charge? Wake up and smell da roses! Oh, well, at least there’s more fries than fish, and yes, they were very crispy. But Dory was, well, sadly soft and mushy.

Lonesome Dory

For sides, I chose the mashed potato and coleslaw, or shall we call it mashed slaw as you can see in the open tub (middle) in the picture above. The tartar sauce which came in the teeniest tiniest of plastic tubs somehow seemed a little too white to me.

By the end of the meal, we’d each amassed a small mountain of plastic waste – tubs, plates, forks, knives, gloves – which might very well turn up in the stomach of some poor whale one day. It breaks my heart to even imagine that. I think for this reason alone, I’m done with these fish and chips.

Lonesome Dory

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