Although we waited in line for an hour and a half, the weather was perfect and there was plenty of "entertainment" in the parking lot and in the gym.
We had our first run-in with the Tilapia Mafia, a die-hard group dedicated to seeking out the best fish fries in the area. As their shirts say, "Take the Fish, Leave the Cannoli."
A kid from the parish walked up and down the line selling sodas. The Tilapia Mafia was disappointed that he wasn't selling beer.
I had the "privilege" of watching the driver of the blue Escape park his car. His wife (or girlfriend) had to climb out of the driver's door. As another customer in line said, "You're supposed to leave a fish fry drunk, not come to a fish fry drunk." ...Didn't I say there was plenty of entertainment in the parking lot?
The beer man! Only Mexican brands of beer offered at this fish fry.
The dancers! I heard the Mexican hat dance song at least twice while I was there.
Shrimp and Bean Tostada:
Chile Relleno and Bean Tostada:
Una mas por favor!
Not only did this guy have the best mustache of the evening, but as a bonus he was also sporting a Target/Chip Ganassi Racing Team hat:
Frying up fish well past sunset!