Driving back to Rochester for the weekend in the cold, windy, winter abyss of central New York, my grandma and I were hankering a fish fry from The Coal Tower. This restaurant has remained a family favorite for as long as I can recall. It has been a while since we have all patronized this establishment, so it was overdue for a Dean visit. After driving down the long, dark roads, the welcome sight of a well-lit restaurant and the smells of Friday night feasting filled the air. Grandma and I slid in around eight o'clock, escaping the Friday dinner crowd that can leave you waiting for a table for up to an hour.
Seated at a small table next to the kitchen, we accepted the menus the waitress handed us out of politeness. We both knew what we wanted without even glancing at the menus. Our waitress soon returned with two heaping bowls of the most delicious coleslaw Grandma and I have ever tasted. "It's the pineapple that makes it so good," she explains with a satisfied smile. Two steaming hot fish fries with sweet potato fries were delivered to us only moments after digging into our cabbage appetizer. Now that is one serious benefit of grabbing a late dinner.
We oohed and ahhed at our plates, admiring the golden beauty of the crispy fried haddock we were about to enjoy. After confirming our approval of the meal with one another, the next few moments passed in silence as we hungrily munched away. As we started slowing down, Grandma looked up and simply stated, "Best one yet. That's what Papa would have said." We both smiled and gazed in different directions, but no doubt thinking the same thing. We wished Papa could have been there to enjoy a great fish fry with us.
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| The cole slaw |
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| Even the tarter sauce is fantactic |
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