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i woke up at the usual 'thank you employment insurance' time of 5pm, checked and rechecked my fridge several times, each time fully expecting something new to appear, couldn't make anything from half an old tomato and half a stick of butter, so i sauntered a block to the euro-deli batory for a combo breakfast/lunch/dinner.
'ferme'.
with a mid-evening nap just around the corner, i knew i needed to find a place no longer than a stone's throw away, so i threw a few stones in every direction. friperie. nay. olimpico. nay. st. viateur bagel, save for dessert. some guy's house, sorry.
comptoir 21. okay!
worst experience, food wise, in this fair city thus far. i ordered a crispy fish burger/sandwich w/fries, and all i can thank are my years of being a bad cook for preparing both my digestive and immune system.
the batter was soggy, fish was undercooked and consequently more rubbery than flaky on the inside, the tartar sauce and accompanying tomato/lettuce did little to mitigate the feature attraction, the bun's a standard white bun that's nothing to write home about (sorry mom). french fries would have been good (they look/taste hand cut) if they weren't over salted, something i can add but can't take away. i also got a lot of those little bits of fries that tend to pack oil/not have much potato inside.
maybe an off day for the cooks, if the fish was left longer in the fryer it may have had a chance, it could have been a contender, a somebody, but it was such a flavorless sandwich it's hard to tell. i dare jesus to feed one person with that piece of fish let alone 5,000, that would be a true miracle.
the only saving grace was the price, which came in at $8.50, pretty darn good for the area.
looking back, i think i should have just went with that butter on tomato sandwich.
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