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fish fryimageWelcome back to Fish Fry Nomading for the advanced learner.

Hopefully, by now, everyone has heard the report Rachel Lippman did on 90.7 KWMU celebrating St. Louis Fish Frys.

If not, click here!

Yes that was me in the second segment of the story. It was a great honor to be chosen as someone to be a part of St. Louis Fish Frys and why those of us who aren’t even Catholic attend them.

I certainly hope everybody who does do the fish fry thing approves of the silly things I said and that we’re all still good, because sometimes it’s hard to be an expert on things that you just kind of do for yourself.



They have a nice sign.

Once again our multi-generational clan is off for another few moments spent in each other’s company, in fellowship, and surrounded by fried fish which we pretend is healthy.

At least some of us do.

Again, we find ourselves hitting up a rerun fry, but considering how much we loved this one back in the day, it did not really strike me as a negative. For the past couple seasons, I had been talking about going back anyway.

As a beer fan, one of the things I’d really loved about this place was the selection of Polish beers they had.

We were intending to hit a new place this week, but due to some travel concerns and the patriarch of the family arriving late and without  his car, we chose to re-visit St. Agatha’s because my in-laws had not sampled their cuisine when our nuclear family went on our very first fish fry.



Hello, Old Friend.

Like the turning of the seasons, every year we must make our way to St. Stephen’s Protomartyr on Wilmington Avenue, just off of Super South Grand.

As far as I can recall, and I have not checked, we have arrived inside their halls every single Lenten season that we have been doing this as a family. My Mother-in-law always brings her coupons. I always rave about this place. It’s just pretty much a staple now, so yes, next year we’ll be going back I’m sure.

This year we had an interesting tag along that should be apparent sooner or later, but I’m not going to divulge it just yet, because it makes me feel important to know something.

In the past we have made triumphant returns to places only to be disappointed, but after all the times of going to St. Stephens for their fried fish, I still feel like they are the class fish fry of St. Louis. (NOTE: St. Federinand’s doesn’t as they bring in folks to do it for them. St. Stephen’s is a volunteer fry.) (more…)


This is not a church.

Welcome back! How was your winter?

This is the first post of our fifth year of blogging the Lenten Fish Frys in the St. Louis Area. First of all, I’d like extend a very warm thank you to the people who continue to read about my silly food adventures. There are a few more slingers that I’m interested in eating, but I think this blog, aside from the Fish Frys, may go into new directions! Also, please feel free to keep up with my musical adventures over at Glacially Musical.

It’s hard to believe for me that this is the fourth year of fish frys for my daughter, E-J. It was this Tuesday past and as I picked her up, I told her that Friday was our first fish fry, and she said “That’s great. I love fish!”

So, in honor of my daughter’s getting older and more appreciative of fried fish, I will now be adding E-J’s take on what we eat. Please understand, she’s only three, so it’s very likely I’m going to have to do some interpretation here.



Another Friday full of fish adventures has come and gone. It’s amazing how many little things can go right or wrong and change a trip on the fly.

This past weekend our chosen destination was St. Matthias in South County. Having filled the car, as usual, with three generations of our family, the Honda Civic was pointed south.

Out of St. Louis City we went and into the wilds of South County all the while listening to music and Siri’s directions on how to get where we were going. As we passed down the road, United Methodist was on our right and jokingly I said, want to stop here to get fish instead? A good laugh was h ad by all as we kept chugging along down south.

Upon arrival at St. Matthias, a sadness overtook me, as there were nearly zero cars in the parking lot. This is never good at 5:45pm on a Fish Fryday. I rolled down the window to smell, and there was no smell of fish! We then checked the sign and saw that there was no fish fry today.  At least the car wasn’t emptied and we could just turn around and head to that place down the road.


When beginning the post on this one, the last Friday in Lent before Good Friday it was hard to believe that this was only third post of this season. This is one of my favorite times of the year and my family loves going out for fish on Friday nights. So, this year was a bit disappointing that we have missed a couple. I may have to do something special to make up for that.

This is the first year of our travels were we didn’t create a week by week schedule two or three weeks before Lent started, so we’ve often times been at a loss this year when Friday rolled around, but I feel like we’re still doing well and going to places we’ve never visited, which is nice. We also had our first Fish Fail to go with the five or six slinger fails. All in all, aside from the plague that befell us, it’s been a pretty fun year, but my daughter now being old enough to say fish is yummy in my tummy as she eats it certainly helps!



Let’s get our fish on.

First of all, this happened on Friday the 1st and then my house was beset by germ warfare that someone in my daughter’s daycare dropped on us and here I have been abiding by the Geneva Convention my whole life! So, needless to say, I was very sick on this past Friday. Instead of tasty fried fish, I was “enjoying” beef broth.”

Now, let’s get to the fish story. We had chosen to head over to the St. Louis Spanish Society for this week’s fish fry. I had an errand to run and I ended up at the place well before anyone else had arrived. I walked to the back and fantasies of speaking Spanish during my fish fry ran through my head. Apologizing for speaking a different dialect, oh the fun I’d have.


It’s a little hard to believe that we are in Fish Fry season yet again. This is my fourth year blogging about fish frys as well.

First off, let me apologize for not having a review last week. I’m finding a surprising amount of people are growing to enjoy and rely on these reviews, so again, I am sorry, but last Friday was my anniversary and the in-laws had our daughter and to top that off, one of my best friends returned from his deployment in Afghanistan and we were celebrating that, so something had to go. It’s nothing personal Fish Fry, but you just got squeezed out because of all the stuff going on that particular day, but we’re back and better than ever!

To kick off our blogging tour, I started texting back and forth as to where we were going, but I kept getting shot down with “we’ve already been there.” When I solicited opinions on where we should go, the most common answers I get are a fish fry in the far flung suburbs or St. Cecelia. To be clear, we did St. Cecelia in the first  year our clan, back when the wife and I were not yet the wife and I, on our first fish fry tour. I understand that they put a great deal of effort into their Mexican foods, but I want fried fish, and theirs was boxed. So, I don’t want to return, but lots of people like it and that’s awesome.


Don't quite understand.

Good morning! I hope everyone has had a good Lenten season and a number of great Fish Frys! I think  it’s safe to say that we’ve had a better year this year than we did last year. I hope you all did too.

As has been the case this year, our ever changing cast of characters changed again. The wife and baby had spirited away to the East Coast this past week, her yearly get together with some old friends. This week it was just myself and my mother in law, again a brand new combination.

I had heard many good things about Saint Mary Magdalen over the years, but I had ruled it out because I wanted to stay in the City, but I’ve learned that it is getting harder and harder to find new places in the City, so we have made three trips outside of our fair city this year.


Fish Fish Fish

Hello again. I have really been trying to have these out and ready before Friday morning, but I have routinely failed this Lenten season, and I’m sorry, but if you’re sitting at your desk wondering where you are going this week, hopefully my little corner of the internet will help you pick the right one for you.

As I’ve mentioned, I did not plan out our trips this year like I have in the past. In fact, I really have no idea where I am going tonight. I sent my mother in law a text yesterday to let her know that I hadn’t figured that out yet. So…I’ll work on that while I’m working on other things today and we’ll end up eating some fish.

This past week, we chose to stay in the City and hit up Our Lady of Sorrows in Princeton Heights. I saw a picture of it on the net and I was sure I had been there before, but it turns out that wasn’t correct, so our band of fish fry nomads piled into my little civic and we went to the place. Thankfully, someone else in the car knew where we were going, because I did not.