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| - I stopped by last night on my way back from an event, because I was still hungry. Given that this place is a block from my apt., and that it was Ash Wed., I figured I'd stop by to pick up a fried fish sandwich.
Upon walking up to the counter, I was confused by a sign saying "no credit" on the register next to a bunch of credit card decals and what appeared to be a credit card machine, so I began to ask the guy at the counter if they accept credit cards. The phone started ringing, and he picked it up and began taking an order while pointing to the credit card stickers, which I took to mean they accept credit cards. I wasn't particularly keen on being ignored in favor of the phone, however.
After a couple minutes, another guy who'd been cooking (the owner, I suspect) came up and took my order. I asked him if everything was a la carte, but he told me the fish sandwich ($7.49 w/ tax) comes with fries and coleslaw. I also asked for his recommendation concerning the fish (they have whiting, tilapia, and catfish), and he recommended catfish, so I decided to go with that. He told me it'd be about 10-15 min., so I braved the cold to go back to my apt. to use the bathroom before heading back.
When I headed back, my order was ready, so after returning to my apt., I promptly dug in. I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed in the sandwich, given that it fell apart after a few bites. I suspect this may have been due to the lightness of the catfish (I'd never tried catfish before, so I wasn't aware of this) and the bun, which wasn't of the best quality, and was round, rather than long enough to encompass the fish. The flavor was vastly improved by a liberal application of tartar sauce. The coleslaw was even more disappointing, due to its overly sweet and creamy nature (I'm not a huge fan of cole slaw, but I prefer the vinegar-based version when I eat it). However, the fries were surprisingly good, due to the batter on them, which gave them a pleasant crispness (which was perhaps maintained due to picking up the order promptly and living in close proximity). They were even better with a sprinkle of cider vinegar (I'm not a ketchup girl--sacrilege in the city of Heinz, I know!).
Despite the service snafu and the lackluster fish sandwich, I'd be willing to try this place again for some of the Moroccan specialties, which looked interesting. Next time, I'll call in my order, though, since that seems to be how this place does most of its business (I never order delivery, but this seems to be their main source of revenue). In the meantime, I'll stick to Donatelli's or check out some local church fish fries to get my Lenten fried fish fix.
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