When the waitress placed the dish in front of me, I thought I had been transported to a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant, the name of which is long forgotten, in Boston, 1971. (The same visit during which I saw the Grateful Dead in concert for the first time.)
Back then, I would have cleared the plate with ease -- and still had room for cannoli. Forty-three years later, I reluctantly had to put down my fork at the halfway point.
I wonder if they would have served me a senior portion had I asked, especially since my wife and i weren't in a position to take our leftovers with us.
The following evening, we dined at O'Reilly's Irish Pub and Restarant in Mackinaw City, Michigan. and I was served this mountain of lake perch, lightly breaded and deep-fried to perfection.
"You know, Hon, we could have easily shared this entree," I noted.
Once upon a time, I would have chowed down the entire serving and asked for seconds, as a group of friends regularly did on Fridays at Mr. Elmer's in Oshkosh. Best deep-fried haddock and potato pancakes ever.
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