(Imagine the comic book guy from the Simpsons uttering……..”worst…….food……..ever…….”)
My bride and I hit a Denny’s 5-6 years ago, and vowed never to return. As vows don’t mean much to us, we ended up at this location, in the middle of nowhere the other night.
The gas station next door would have been a better choice for dinner.
He ordered fish and chips. She ordered some appetizer, corn chips and three dips.
As to the fish and chips. “Icelandic (r) Haddock,” said the menu. “Two wild caught fillets with wavy cut fries, tartar sauce, slaw, and dinner bread.” Sidebar: Icelandic is the largest importer of frozen fish for the US restaurant industry. Haddock is a popular cold-water food fish, they grow to about 3′ in length, and are caught in depths of 100-400 feet by various methods.
Traditional “fish and chips” has usually been cod. True cod that is. A lot of fish labeled “cod” these days, ain’t.
Anyhow, my plate (below) was one monster fillet, and that in itself was OK, except the fillet was literally dripping in oil. After taking this picture and looking at my newly oiled camera, I thought it was ruined. Apparently not. Nor was it yelling “oil can!”
Wavy-cut fries….I wondered what that could be. Turns out, it’s an extruded potato product (that means they take a mixture like mashed potatoes and puke it out of a mold to look like fries), and the result is what I would call “churro fries” (for the shape).
Of the three dips on Mrs. BDB’s plate, (some queso thing, a salsa, and a spinach), only the spinach was palatable by any measure.
We escaped with our lives and weren’t sick the next day. More than I could have hoped for.
I have seen the signs for Denny’s that are tagged “diner” over the years, and was never sure what that meant. This one was labeled like that, and I still have no idea what the difference is between a regular Denny’s and a Denny’s Diner.
And I will never find out. Because I wasn’t interested enough to ask, and I won’t be back.