What the Net Resulted

She said, “The Net Result is better.”
And I said, “We like Sandy’s Fish and Chips.”
“Oh yeah,” she said,”You have your things. Your things you like to do.”

We hadda do every kinda every summer thing. Fish Sandwiches at Sandy’s, Lobster Rolls at The Galley, fireworks on the beach, an Awful Awful from the Newport Creamery. Yadda, yadda, yadda, we hadda.

We had to do it last year, too. Barbara’s sandwich handle is Hold The Onion, and they did not. We like it like that, too. Onyum.

The two young looking-a-bit-more-each-year-like gentlemen held the table. The Youngers. Kids do move big. Nothing subtle atall about two nine-year-old boys. They move big. And transparently. Just like a slice of onion through a Handy Wack.

You know I can see your tonsils from here?

The fries, oh mie. Oh me oh mie. If we are not supposed to eat animals, why are they made of meat? If we are not supposed to eat fries, why are they made of crispy potato and salt?

I would say that “Fish Burger” is a misnomer. I would index our lunch under fishwich. Burger? Wich? What’s the diff?

burg·er (bûr’gər)
n.
1. A sandwich consisting of a bun, a cooked beef patty, and often other ingredients such as cheese, onion slices, lettuce, or condiments. Often used in combination: a cheeseburger.
2. A similar sandwich with a nonbeef filling. Often used in combination: a crab burger; a tofu burger.

pat⋅ty  [pat-ee]
n.
1. Any item of food covered with dough, batter, etc., and fried or baked: oyster patties.
2. A thin, round piece of ground or minced food, as of meat or the like: a hamburger patty.

Well, for cryin’ out loud, lemme get this straight. A burger contains a patty, and a patty is covered with dough and fried. Hence, our fish burgers were fish burgers. Who woulda thunk?