You know the food has got to be good when you see people sitting on the ground eating because all the tables are taken.
I suppose it's a bit cliche to eat fish n' chips in a coastal city, but hell, a writer can only drink so much wine and coffee. So after writing from 8:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m., we boarded a trolley and rode it to the other side of town. Upon descending the trolley we found this gem of a place.
It's basically an old boat that has been refashioned into a food cart, a couple park benches, and some coolers.
After waiting in line for 15 minutes, we took a seat on the grassy knoll beside the ship and indulged.
These were seriously the best fish and chips ever. First of all, the fish was neither cod nor halibut, but ALBACORE TUNA! Seriously, who has albacore tuna fish and chips. Not only that, but the family who runs the cart catches the tuna themselves. Amazing.
Second, the chips (or fries, as we call them in the U.S.) were so crisp and delicious, especially drenched in Malt Vinegar.
Sitting on the ground was really an extra treat. In Astoria sitting outside is only possible ten days out of the year, or so it seems. It is one of the darkest, cloudiest, rainiest places in the U.S.. But yesterday, it was perfect picnic weather.
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