Um….not good.

What is this bottom of a shoe that just got run over by a car, you ask?

A halibut.

Not a good one.

But this is not an LA restaurant, this one is located in Silverdale, Washington.

What was I doing there? I was there for my 15 year reunion, which I helped organize. How did I find the time between my job and all this eating out?

We had a graduating class of 16 people. And we’re all on Facebook. Easy.

Now, before you go thinking I am private school snob, think again. Yes, it was a private school. And yes, in my home town, the majority attended public school. So…um…Sure, I’m a private school snob. Deal with it.

So, I’ve kept in contact with about 3 people since graduating, pretty regularly. Ones that I can call true friends, to this day. As for the others, we have Facebook to receive any necessary updates. It was actually really great seeing all of them actually. We’re just not gonna become bowling buddies anytime soon.

This reunion was more out of a subliminal necessity. I felt something was left undone if we had not had one at all. And since our school is so damn tiny, no one there was going to organize it. I had to take matters into my own hands. (and steal it away from someone else who was organizing it!)

The Yacht Club Broiler is one of the nice restaurants in town. There are no sushi restaurants here. In this town, fish is NOT to be undercooked. As in this case.

This fish was rubbery and flavorless. And probably cooked from a frozen filet. There’s a reason I brought most of it home to my mama.

The mashed potatoes were good, nothing to write home about. Luckily, I was already home and my mother polished off my leftovers in just a few seconds.

“Geez, could you spare any?” She scoffed at the small portion I left for her.

She’s so lucky I’m not violent. Well, not since my days at the Silverdale Center for Mental Clarity.

9226 Bayshore Dr NW # 102
Silverdale, WA 98383-9196
(360) 698-1601