Talk About Singing For Your Supper!

When Jody’s parents were here we all went out to an infamous fish restaurant in The Nash. No idea what it’s called but you can’t miss it as there are huge flames surrounding the building. When I entered, it was crazy. A huge Viking style boat sat in the middle of the place with tables in it. A balcony looking over it sat more tables. Around the boat was an artificial lake with fish swimming in it. People were walking around with fishing nets and rods trying to catch the fish.

I opted against the fishing but Jody and another friend, Brian, went for it. We sat down and ordered tempura and sushi whilst they fished. Thirty minutes later they returned empty handed. Jody had supposedly caught a fish but felt guilty so threw it back in. At least she didn’t name the poor fella.

In the middle of dinner, the lights went down and a man started shouting on a microphone. I saw a huge tuna head in the middle of the restaurant and realised it was an auction. I’m not sure how much the winner eventually said but it went on for ages.

It was a decent place (they gave us free beer as we waited 20 minutes) but the worst thing was just as we were leaving we walked past the kitchen area – in most restaurants here, the kitchen is on show, which I guess is quite cool – and saw the chefs preparing the newly caught fish. The problem was that even as they were being garnished with salad and lemon, the fish were still convulsing. One was impaled with a stick and seizuring. It was quite nasty. I’m glad mine was deep fried and not wriggling.