London bound, and F and I find ourselves in transit on a
Friday. We’re in Detroit waiting. It’s a nice, clear night for flying. We’re hungry, though and want a good meal
before we climb into our 31x 21 inch cuboidal spaces for the next 7.5 hours.
Me: “Are you hungry?”
F: “Yes.”
Me: “What are you hungry for?”
F: “It’s Friday.
Fish, of course”
So, we head off down the concourse looking for our
meal. A sports bar looked promising, but
It was quite a ways off. If you’ve flown
through Detroit you know the airport is a mile long straight hallway with 78
gates.
We passed by a National Coney Island Dine with a sign that
screamed Lenten Special. Not one, not
two, but three different fish dishes.
We opted for this place.
As with most airport eateries, we were efficiently
seated. Drink orders were taken before
we made a dent in our booth cushions.
A quick perusal of the menu revealed this to be a likely
greek influenced place. Big, fat greek
salads, gyros, etc. But, we weren’t here
for all that. We were here for
fish.
The three dishes were battered Alaskan cod, Battered Wahoo
and a fried fish wrap of some sort. We
gave the wrap a miss. The photo
stimulated more questions than appetites.
We stuck with more classic dishes.
Felix had the wahoo.
Well-seasoned, though a bit dry.
I had the cod, also, well-seasoned.
Mine was very good. Crunchy, flaky
and moist inside. Fries were good once
we salted them. Condiments were limited
to tartar sauce and ketchup. They were
sparing with the tartar sauce and we could have used some vinegar, but overall
good.
Also, included was a salad.
It was fresh and some point earlier in the day. Homemade greek dressing made up for the
not-so-fresh feeling.
We had great service by a pleasant and tastefully tattooed
woman. I always wonder about the type of
tattoos people choose. Hers were John
Lennon lyrics in the shape of hearts and peace signs.
The biggest surprise was the cost. 9 bucks per!
Exactly the same price as in the church basements and fellowship halls. Minus the $5 beer and tip and we’re out for
under 20 bucks at an airport! You even
get the added ambience of high efficiency and TSA recordings.
Afterward, I found the “Religious Reflection Room” and
thought about having F teach me about the Stations of the Cross, but it seemed
there was a TSA meeting letting out and the room was kind of full. Who knew?
More from some random pub in London. Watch this space.