I Smell Fish
Saturday, November 1st, 2008
Walking up the front of the restaurant, I was happy to see that it was open even thought it was so late at night. The smell of fish permeated through the air, and I was anxious to have some. It had been some time since I had had fresh fish for dinner, and was happy to see what waited for me on the menu.The front doors looked like they were made out of wood about a hundred years ago, with portholes for windows, and those metal things that you tie boats up to, for door handles. As soon as I walked in, the music stopped, and heads of old men turned and stared me down. There was about six or seven people in the whole place, all of them on the bar stools. I sat down at the end of the bar, next to a shady looking character, that looked like had been sleeping on the street for the last month or so. He smelt like it too. I asked the barkeep for a shot of Jack Daniels and a menu. He pored a quick shot, slid it to me from across the bar and then walked over to get a menu. Before, he even got to the stack of paper menus, I asked if I could have some of that fish that I smelt from outside. He laughed and yelled out “He wants the fish he says!” The guy next to me got up and laughed. The barkeep then informed me that they don’t serve fish in that restaurant. The smell that I smelled was that shady guy that was now standing directly behind me. I was now getting a little worried. What was this guy doing behind me… and why did he smell like fish. I decided that it was time to go, so I tossed down a five spot and hit the road. I said that I wanted to have some fish. Guess I need to look for some place else to eat dinner.
