Sure, I’m near friends and family after 20 years astray.
I’m home in Wisconsin.
But, let’s face it, the real reason for returning was Friday night fish fry.
That’s what I enjoyed tonight, kind of a communion for Wisconsinites.
Yes, other places have their fish and chips, or fried fish or something fancy such as Filet-O-Fish.
The special nature of the Friday night fish is as much about the tradition as it is the food.
First you sit down and order a brandy old-fashioned and when the server brings the drinks, she brings the beloved relish tray. It’s been a long week so don’t slug the drink. Relax. Take your time. Maybe have a second drink.
When it comes time to order, you’ll get the choice of fish – I did the haddock tonight – which can include walleye here in the Northwoods. And a myriad choice of potatoes, which will include fries, baked potato, twice baked, hash browns, potatoes au gratin, potatoes au gratin with cheese (not a typo) and lyonnaise potatoes.
I’ve probably forgotten some choices because just writing that list has given me carbo-induced dementia.
Have a glass of wine or beer with dinner. Or, what the yell, another old-fashioned.
I failed to mention that in many restaurants it’s all you can eat – which ends up being like a contest.
Finally, as you're stuffed, happy, a little sleepy, have a Golden Cadillac or Grasshopper. Those are drinks with ice cream and liquor. Because we do that in Wisconsin.
That’s Friday night mass in Wisconsin.
Have a beautiful, safe and warm weekend.
Peace and tartar sauce unto all of you my brothers and sisters.