Fish
and chips, this is a good batch. The batter is crisp, not a little soggy from
the oil like you sometimes get. I paid for extra lemons and tartar sauce and
have drenched this carnal delight. The July heat has picked out everyone’s
wardrobe and the crowds are revolving around the areas of fun while I lose
myself in the mess I am making on my fingers and my face. I should have gotten
a soda but I don’t need one so bad that I would want another long line to
interrupt this euphoria: three large pieces, a generous portion, sharing the
parameters of the plate with a pile of fries under sunny skies.
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