"The Fish Broke"

It was a long Friday. Thursday night was a good one, but the following morning was not good to me.I made my 9 am, but figured my 11 am class would only be detrimental to my mental health (or my presence would be detrimental to the spirit of the class). So I took respite in my cafeteria, munching occasionally and doing homework for another class. By 11:30 I was pretty hungry and figured lunch was called for, so I treated myself to the special of our cafeterias at this time of year, "Fish Fry Friday". I approached the counter where the women stood eager to provide me with the finest of freshly defrosted and battered seafood.

But before I go further I should clarify: I love fish. Seafood is one of my favorite foods. And most fried things are good. Thus fried fish is pretty great in my eyes. I've had my school's fried fish before (albeit from a different dining hall) and been happy as a pea in a community where he can finally be accepted for being who he is.

The Fish-ening:
"I'll take some Fish and some broccoli, please", a naively optimistic Kiyan said.

I could only watch as the woman reached for a piece of fish with her tongs and lifted it onto my plate. As she was doing so, the fish fell apart, the batter hanging around it like a battered tapestry. It was a pile of fish draped in beige... breadish stuff. This was really where things got crazy. I can only imagine what was going through the cafeteria lady's mindset: she had done this a million times before with a million pieces of fish and all had gone well. Why was this one different. Maybe he won't notice?
She was unprepared for such a catastrophe, but she did the most reasonable thing she could think of.

She gave me another piece. Plopped it right on top of the existing pile of fish.

"The first fish broke, so I gave you another one" She justified.

I got some tartar sauce or as I like to call it, "Mayonnaise adorned with pickle shards" along with a hearty serving of vinegar and sat down, contemplating what was on my plate.

You can see the shattered fish peeking out from under the whole one

The fish was... well it was fish. The batter was crispy on some parts and soft in others, the contrast in mouth feels really creating a novel experience that I didn't think I would be having any time soon. The side of deconstructed fried fish under my fish really added a new dimension to the whole experience. It really forced me to think about the pre-conceived notion I had of what a side-dish should be, and put that on its head. Then shattered it and put a piece of fried fish on top of it. I thought the shattered fish did get more vinegar mixed in though, which is a good thing.

Rating:

• Taste: 4/7 - The vinegar added about 3 points here
• Presentation: 8/7 - The approach to this meal was unorthodox and daring, really something I did not see coming. It provoked me in a way I did not think fried fish could
• Creativity:1/7 - Any dish that has a day named after it ("Fish Fry-day") could be doing more
• Choice Criteria of the day = Profundity: 6/7 - Aren't we all just fish on top of a pile of broken fish. We only are put into this world because the fish under us shattered... Think about it

Overall: 4.75/7. Pretty Meh.

Honourable mention: The broccoli, cantaloupe, orange, and honeydew melon salad. How'd it taste? Do you think I would actually try that?