A day at a Sunny Beach where I usually arrive early with my boys before the crowd arrives and pick a sandy spot with shade. I sunburn easy. And at the beach would be the smell of the Concession food stand with it's constant aroma of deep fried Fish & Chips accented with wisps of ketchup and malt vinegar. A memorable smell that brings back fun early beach outing memories with my father.
Nowadays, I can feel the air borne fryer fat coalesce into an amorphous specter before waffled over to my body a slowly possess it, settling in my tummy and hips as I ruminate a written suggestion to the Concession Manger that there should be Health alert signage stating; "DELUXE Stanley Park Cod & Chips: Suggested serving: One Sniff." By the time I smell it, it was too late.🍤⛱
Oh yeah! Deep fat fried food will do it every time! I strongly dislike McDonald's but anytime I'm in the vicinity I can smell those french fries and it sets off a fierce craving!
If memory serves me correct, it wasn't just Cod & Chips, more like if God made Fish & Chips, it was the kind that a crowd lined up and paid a good amount of cash for. It wasn't the ketchup or vinegar that's for sure. That was a long time ago, and sadly not same as before.
The best fish and chips would certainly be worth standing in line for. I can't remember when I last had some that I would consider excellent.
Soy del equipo de las glotonas ☺️... Que viva la comida!