I’m really kind of embarrassed
Okay – we are going to a Michigan Fish Fry. A little background and I say “little” because I know very little about what we might encounter.
When we first lived in Michigan 30 years ago, “white fish” was on the list of things to avoid. I think it was something about mercury or fertilizer, but I don’t really remember. I do remember that because I was pregnant, I wasn’t supposed to eat anything that came out of the lake.
Back then we had to go out of our way to avoid the fish. Friday nights in Michigan seems to include a “fish fry” in just about every restaurant or public place–granges, churches, Moose halls…all had fish fries. We never went. But this time around we are trying to partake in and enjoy the local cuisines
We’re on a tiny peninsula jutting out of the U.P. into Lake Michigan. We’re in Fayette Historic State Park in the ghost town of an iron smelting operation of the 1880’s. We’ve spent two days wandering the ghost town and we’ve felt kind of “stuck” here. We reserved the campsite for two nights, not really knowing that there wouldn’t be two days of activities to amuse us. We wandered out of the park this morning for a long walk – to “waste” some time. On the way we passed “Sherry’s Port Bar” — tonight featuring an all-u-can-eat whitefish “fry”.
Oh boy…..we had a plan for the evening! From the outside, the restaurant looks a little scary…but the funky old-school bar intrigued us. The plan is to go to the bar first for perhaps an old school Seven and Seven (thirty years ago in Michigan this was a friend’s favorite drink)…..and then we’ll dive into dinner. I know that Durry is going for the white fish and salad bar ($11.95)….we’ll see what I’ll have when we get there. I do have a choice of the perch, or walleye, chicken or burger.
We’re back from our meal.
“How youse doing? Do youse want anything else? Youse doing okay?”
That was our waitress throughout the meal. You gotta love the various accents and colloquialisms we are finding around the country. She certainly came from the U.P.
As predicted, our evening out started with a walk to Sherry’s Port Bar and Restaurant, and a sit down at the bar.
I ordered a 7 and 7….our server asked if it was okay if my drink was 7(Seagram’s Seven) and Sierra Mist. Fine. I had two. Durry had as “local” brew…a Labatts, which I guess comes from Canada.
Then our meals….fish, potatoes, and canned pork and beans.
We’re had our fish fry, and Durry had a second helping. We’re full, and the walk back to the campground has not alleviated any of the fullness.
We move on to Wisconsin. What might they offer in the way of local delicacies?