Friday fish fry

I swear we didn’t plan to leave because it was snowing. But it was snowing and we did leave. Even the minor main roads were in good shape. Whew. We headed south, then turned west, and soon we no longer saw airborne snow.

As we continued west, out of Escanaba, we found sun and it stayed with us…

…until sunset. This is the view from our not-fancy hotel room. And we walked two doors down to a family restaurant that probably was a version of an edge-of-town Midwestern supper club (not really a club) back two generations. I had whitefish and decided to believe it wasn’t loaded with PFAS. I had it broiled, not fried, but got it for the fish-fry price. Love the Midwest.

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