Basic, delicious and something I never imagined
Fried Catfish? Oysters? What the? Who is this guy and what have you done with the old me? I mean, seriously. Eating fish was never my thing (to say the least). The very thought of it would make me cringe. Over the years though, I’ve gotten more adventurous, allowing myself to try different foods. I’m no Andrew Zimmern (one is enough), but I am trying things I had written off when I was younger.
On a walk with my girlfriend Katherine through Greenwich Village (part of our Labor Day stay-cation), we stopped for lunch at Fish (280 Bleecker St, NYC). Knowing my normal anti-fish prejudice and being a good sport, she gave me the option to eat elsewhere, but I really wanted to check this place out.
Cold marble tables, wood chairs, nautical kitsch and a pile of peanut shells on the floor. This is a down-and-dirty fish joint (hence the perfectly succinct name) that had a few items for carnivores on their menu. Judging from the volume of shelled critters on beds of ice, I doubt many burgers get ordered.
Wanting to delve into a new(er) realm of eating, I was aiming to have some fish. Especially since this place gets raves from those in the know as having what may be the freshest stuff in the city. Staying somewhat safe, I decided on the Fried Catfish Sandwich. No surprise that I like it. The oysters however were indeed a surprise. I was amazed by just how much I liked them. Washing it all down were a couple of cold glasses of Blue Point Toasted Lager.
And in addition to what I had, there’s plenty of specials–both food and drink–to satisfy anyone. Even transitioning fish eaters like me.
