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?
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