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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
On a sunny day, my wife and I, craving a good feed, stopped by a fish and chip shop in Halifax that we used to frequent but we haven't visited in years. The former owners have gone and it is now in the hands of someone else. What a shame the new owners DO NOT KNOW how to make fish and chips! We placed an order to go and we went to a little park to enjoy our meal. What a laugh! I swear, I could not chew through the batter. It was flat and oily. The fries were made from some brand of potatoes I never ate before and were mushy. My wife took a LOOK at the fish and couldn't eat. I forced myself to try to eat something. After all, it was close to twenty bucks. I threw all the batter out to the ever-present seagulls. How do they know you are going to do that anyway? I thought I heard a seagull gag and I know the starlings shit on my car to get even!
I can't wait to see the Coast food issue and I'll be watching this particular shop. I did learn something though. I DO NOT make the worst fish and chips. That shop does and they charge for it. —Please Learn How it's Done Here