No, No, No Fish.

Today at Portland's No Fish! Go Fish! they served me their signature namesake dish, little fish shaped sandwiches, burnt. They're usually good. I even tried one to make sure it wasn't some new blackening thing, but alas, they were just burnt.

The nice young lady serving me asked if I wanted to take them home with me. I told her "no thanks, they were burnt". She apologized (but still took the money). I said "don't worry about it", but I really hope they do.

On our way home, Kim told me that you're supposed to say something about that before you get the check or when they first check in with you.

I told her that we were the only ones in the restaurant.

I told her that someone took those burnt sandwiches and put them on the plate.

They then gave that plate to another employee who had to look at them at least for a second.

After that, they brought that plate to me and charged me money for what was on it.

If burnt sandwiches that looked like that made it all the way through that process, I don't think I or anyone involved had anything to discuss at that moment on that day. What would be the point?

I noticed later that the restaurant is holding a writing contest. I don't think I'll read anything that makes it through their judging process. I'm sure you understand.