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| - Rain drizzling, speeding towards higher intensity, we dashed for the front door, only to be found in the takeout entry. We quickly dashed back out, turned the corner, and with relief opened the door into the dining restaurant. The line was long, we could barely fit, so with a look of resignation, but still energetic with optimism, we dared back out into the grizzly rain, and hopped quickly back inside. We debated a bit about the merits of cod vs halibut, but settled on the tried and true halibut. To a no-nonsense and efficient staff, we made our order: fried fish, with a side of chips, and gravy, and yes, one more piece of fish please. Order in hand, we ran back through the rain to take our meal into the car. We ripped open the paper take-out bag, and immediately began preparing our meal, pouring tartare sauce from its plastic prison, and sparing no vinegar for the fish and chips. Finally, at last, we took that first bite of steamy, hot, and perfectly crisped fish.
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