I'm not proud of it. But I'm being honest with you...I liked it.
I grew up eating Captain D's fried fish (fried was the only way I remember having fish when I was younger, actually). This chain has a special place in my heart, and I guess I'm lucky that it doesn't have a place anywhere in NYC.
Even in a different city, a different state, nothing has changed from what I remember.
I'd planned a slightly more sophisticated evening ~ a visit to a yarn shop, followed by a sit-down dinner somewhere. But as I drove out toward the suburbs, I decided I really didn't have it in me. I wanted easy, quick and comforting.
All I really wanted to do was dig into fish and fries...
...and maybe a hushpuppy or two.
Okay, and a half-order of fried shrimp. All of which was totally detrimental to my diet, but sometimes I just can't care.
I didn't come close to finishing all of that luscious fried food, and of that I am proud. I felt gross and guilty on the drive back to the hotel afterwards. But sometimes that's okay I guess.