A few weeks ago, I wrote a piece recalling my own fish fry memories of Western New York, and just how embedded the scent and taste and aura of that entire experience became within my sense of being part of in this region. I asked readers if they felt the same way, and if they had their own powerful memories of fish fries in greater Buffalo and beyond. This was the result, with light editing. Dear Sean, You hit the nail right on the head, taking me back as a boy in a family of eight. We lived in Kensington Heights (also known as ” The Projects”). My dad worked at Bethlehem Steel and mom at Marine Midland Bank. Mom’s check helped out a little, but all of us looked forward to dad’s coming in, every two weeks. We didn’t own a car, so all eight walked to the corner of Fillmore and E. Delavan to a place called Strinka’s Bar & Grill. Dad enjoyed his draft of Simon Pure, Mom and us kids a pitcher of Iroquois Birch Beer. The anticipation was overwhelming, the shuffleboard kept us occupied, and when the fish fries finally arrived, it was heaven on… Read full this story
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