Fresh off our Pony-job celebratory meal last Thursday, Hick and I were open to eating some fish. Some family non-business took Hick over to Bill-Paying Town last evening. So of our fast-food choices, Captain D's was in the forefront.
Well. It has certainly changed since I last ate their food way back before my Unfortunate HospitVALzation. Hick got us both a fish dinner. And two orders of breadsticks, which each include 2 sticks at this venue, though the one in another town gives 4.
Anyhoo... the fish is now in rectangular pieces, looking like pressed fish. And it tastes FISHY! Never used to. It used to be nice and flaky. Don't get me started on the breadsticks! Instead of 2, my order was 1.75. At least the taste of the breadsticks was the same.
I posed one of my fish next to my 1.75 breadsticks. It was still crispy. The batter itself had not changed. Unless possibly to include half a dump truck of SALT! It was almost inedible, but you can bet I ate every crumb.
I felt like I had eaten free salsa in a retail shop where a hipster doofus had "accidentally" dumped a packet of desiccant. [2:23 minutes of Kramer as H.E. Pennypacker]
Oh, and I told Hick to ask for "lots of tartar sauce." This is what was put in his bag:
ONE container. It looks big there, but it's smaller than the base of my red Solo cup in the background. Just the size of a ramekin. Chivalrous Hick went without, and allowed me to have ALL of that tartar sauce! You'd think somebody doesn't quite grasp the concept of "A LOT," or else it was just the window person being passive-aggressive.
Anyhoo... this meal from Captain D's doesn't deserve to be called a Fish Dinner. I suppose we've been spoiled by our last-week feast. Or we expect too much of fast-food workers.