Fish Taco Woes

You're not in California anymore Feeder.

Don’t I know it.

Last night I had the most pathetic attempt at a fish taco that I have ever experienced.

It all started innocently enough.  Neighbor D and I went to dinner.  Neighbor D is my resident computer-expert-slash-Cecilia-backup.  Recently he had cured my current laptop, formatted an old laptop so I can sell it and generally been helpful with Cecilia.  So I wanted to take him to dinner as a thank you. 

Fortunately, Neighbor D’s girlfriend (Neighbor K) is cool with this.  Partly because she’s a vegetarian and ND and I are both foodies and meat eaters.  K actually refers to me as D’s restaurant girlfriend.  It works for us.

Anyway, we went to the Yellow Dog Tavern.  I’ve had good experiences in the past, but last night will be my last visit to the Yellow Dog.  Our service was poor and the dining room turned into Trivia Night (?) halfway through our meal. 

And then there was the fish taco.

A corn tortilla that fell apart in my hands.  Bland grilled mahi mahi.  Chopped lettuce!  Lettuce on a fish taco???  Oh cabbage, I’ve never missed you so much.  [And it’s not like they were out of cabbage, because our short rib appetizer came with cole slaw.]  A small splash of thin red tomato sauce-water masquerading as salsa.  No creamy sauce.  No heat.  No tingle in my tummy.   About the only thing they did right was to include lime wedges.

I feel like I need to paraphrase Lloyd Bentsen here:

I know fish tacos.  I am friends with many fish tacos.  And you, sir, are NO fish taco.

Rubios, won’t you open in Baltimore?