Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking the city, chatting and sipping at our glasses of beer while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, “That afternoon when I ate at Pike Street Fish Fry…was the very best afternoon of my life, and also the very worst afternoon.”
Oh wait, I just stole that from Memoirs of a Geisha.
And oh wait, this post is about fish and chips.
The following statement is wildly important, and if you choose not to finish reading this post, at least read this: If you ever happen upon a dingy/sketchy/kitschy-looking hole-in-the-wall that you have never seen before…ALWAYS GO INSIDE.
I will swear by that statement for the rest of my life, and if it costs me my life, well, at least I died in a cool way. (Side note: I have made it my mission to die in the coolest way possible. It’s my life plan.) (Side note #2: If I die by means of hole-in-the-wall, it must be because said hole-in-the-wall was inhabited by zombies.)
Now on to the point of the story. Pike Street Fish Fry is my new favorite food spot in Seattle. It’s not actually replacing anything, since until now I didn’t have a favorite food spot in Seattle. But it should be proud, because it is my FIRST favorite spot. Congratulations, PSFF.
Anyway, the point of the story is, I happened upon this place by accident. It looked a little weird, out of place, perhaps not totally legit. But it said FISH & CHIPS in such gigantic letters that I was drawn to it like a fish to bait.
Best. Decision. Ever. Hands down the best fish and chips I have ever had. AND, to top it off, they have really good beer!
I am used to this thing (i.e. life in Chicago) where you discover an awesome hole-in-the-wall food spot, or a food truck, or something like that, and you can’t drink beer because no one serves beer except for huge established places because the liquor laws are ridiculous.
But NOT SO in Seattle. They actually serve beer (GOOD beer!) in tiny run-down food spots. Seattle, you get a giant thumbs-up in my book. (This is a big deal, because until now, I have been skeptical of the food & drink scene around here. Chicago is pretty hard to beat. But perhaps I can be won over after all.)
At any rate, I enjoyed a meal of fish and chips, cooked by hilariously-clad moustachioed hipsters, along with a cold glass of New Belgium Mothership Wit. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have possibly satisfied me more.
That’s right. “Hot fish now.” They’re not kidding.
P.S. Their website is like a blog, and they have an entire post about whales!!! It is seriously the coolest thing ever!!
P.P.S. Yes, I am that weird.