For years I thought that fish 'n chips were fish and chips, never questioning the egg and beer batter or the white fish meat of the fish 'n chips I was fed by my parents from the local fried fish shop in Kelso,
Washington.
Cap'n Yoby's was the only fish 'n chips place I had ever gone to.
In fact, as a child, I
thought that it was the only one my parents had ever gone to, as well. Never was I led to believe that
each meal I ate from that place was anything different from any other fish 'n chips place. Especially,
as
it never occurred to me that there were other fish 'n chips places. That is, it never occurred to me to
question fish 'n chips until one autumn morning, over a bag of left-over fish from the night before..
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