I realised recently that, although we have been keeping to the tradition of the Friday Night Take-away for a couple of years, there is one take-away establishment that has escaped a mention. Tonight we have set that straight by knocking up a couple of fish burgers for me and Z.
There was a time in my life when I was a regular visitor to the burger bar with the golden arches. As a 6th form student I had a Saturday job as a till monkey in a supermarket. Every lunchtime, for two years, I wandered across the road to McD's and ordered the largest burger on the menu*. This trend came to an end when I went to university. A combination of no Saturday job, not having much disposable income and there not being a McDonald's close to my flat meant that my burger intake wained.
If we did treat** ourselves, normally in a moment of drunken abandon, I would stick to my guns and get as much meat as my wallet would allow and Z would usually order a filet-o-fish. This left us with a problem. For some reason, no matter which branch of McD's we staggered into, there were never any filets ready to eat. This meant I had to either; A) wait for Z's filet to arrive, while my burger went cold, or B) eat my burger then sit there wanting a second burger watching Z eat hers. Due to this, I have resented the filet-o-fish for years.
I do however love a fish finger sandwich. The fact that they are on almost every pub menu is testimony to their greatness and, possibly, our inability to let go of more innocent times. They do vary in quality, from reformed "white fish" in basic sliced white bread to monkfish goujons on ciabatta, and every thing in between.
To my mind a fish finger sandwich is a lunchtime treat and not an evening meal so tonight, I let bygones be bygones, set my resentments to one side and set about recreating the filet-o-fish. Like the hyper-global-fastfood-chain I based my filet on 100% fish fillet. To keep costs down I opted for coley but you could use any fish you fancy. The fish fillets were coated in flour, egg and bread crumbs before being shallow fried and served in a bun with home made tartar sauce, cheese and lettuce. This was every bit as good as I thought it would be and we didn't have to wait half an hour for it to be ready.
*washed down with a diet coke. I am well aware of the irony of a greasy burger and a diet drink but I honestly prefer the flavour of diet coke to the full fat version.