With a contingent of family in town for the Christmas thing, we went to the Flying Fish in the Little Rock River Market district for some lunch. It’s a chain but it has pretty good catfish. I had what the menu calls the catfish poor boy loaf. It was just your regular po’ boy sandwich. I don’t know what the loaf part is all about. I’m a fan of catfish and central Arkansas is loaded with catfish places.
The Flying Fish is a very popular joint and the food is good. The catfish was crispy on the outside but not overcooked on the inside, although the batter was a little bland. I got some of their cocktail sauce to juice up the flavor a bit, but it, too, was bland for my taste. Not to worry, though, I found a tiny plastic crock of horseradish on the table and I was able to whip up a small batch of my Uncle Slappy’s Shut Yo Mouth Cocktail Sauce(TM). I half-filled one of those paper condiment containers with ketchup, added about half as much horseradish, squeezed in some fresh lemon juice, scooped out the lemon seeds, splashed in some worcestershire sauce and then tossed in the secret ingredient: black pepper. Compare the Uncle Slappy’s with the ketchup dominated Flying Fish stuff. You can almost taste it, can’t you?
I gave them small props for the black pepper in theirs.
The walls are covered with fish. Fish in pictures, mounted fish and those singing bass that were all the rage a few years ago. There’s also a bunch of those signs with cutesy fishing-related bons mots. This was my favorite.
This interesting tableau is at the side door of Sticky Fingerz, which is next door to the Flying Fish.
Comments
Okay,
This is weird. You goto the Big Damn Bridge with Abbie and my mom always goes to the bridge with Murray, the famous golden retriever. You go to Flying Fish today for lunch, My mom and step-dad went to Flying Fish for lunch today.
WTF… Are you stalking my parents or what… Lay-off dude.
And next time ask for the fish “snappy”. They kick it up a nitch and “Bam” the batter Emeril Lagasse style… it rocks!
And just put the damn horseradish in the prepared cocktail sauce. It seems there is always some old man acting like a kid and trying to come up with the perfect dipping creation in that place. Leave well enough alone already!
I wondered about the woman I saw wearing a shirt bearing the words “I’m Z-Man’s Mom.” That’s when I knew my plan was working to perfection.
I couldn’t in good conscience use the FF’s cocktail sauce as a base for some bastardized version of Uncle Slappy’s Shut Yo Mouth Cocktail Sauce(TM). It just wouldn’t be right. I’d rather do without.
I’m definitely making it snappy next time.