I spent years trying to find a decent fish fry in this city, a fish fry that would transport me, however briefly, back to the Mick-ridden streets of my youth, where Fridays always saw legions of fathers trooping home through the streets, laden with steaming bags of take-away fish and chips meant for keeping themselves and their mewling broods out of hell for another week.
Here it is, nearly eight years after I moved to Denver, and I finally have a couple of places where I can get a decent Friday fish fry almost any day of the week.
The snap above is from one of those places. Can you guess where I'm eating?
Special bonus: Every Friday, anyone who gave the first correct answer to any of the week's Where am I drinking/eating posts will be entered in a pool -- and we'll pull out one lucky winner who'll receive a DINR deck, worth up to $520 in discounts at independent restaurants. Read all about DINR decks here; post a comment below to enter the contest.
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