Fish And Chips At The Wharf

Very recently, a chance to take a trip to Rhode Island came out of the blue. Enthusiastically, M. and I seized the opportunity to travel.

We rode east on the Amtrak from Penn Station, arriving in Providence, three and a half hours later.

On the deck of the tavern, at twilight.
On the deck of the tavern, at twilight.

That evening, for dinner, we docked—by car—at the Wharf Tavern, a quaint two-story oceanfront restaurant, jutting out on the Warren harbor. Its white tablecloths and plate-glass windows, offering a sweeping view of moored boats and yachts, reinforced its nautical ambience.

At an establishment known for the best of the reef, it’d be a colossal shame not to order seafood. Moreover, I’m enormously fond of it. So, we went for fish and chips, a quintessential British fare. Unsurprisingly, it’s also a New England favorite.

From the deck of the Wharf Tavern.
From the deck of the Wharf Tavern.

An order of deep-fried fish fillets, a pile of chips (British for French fries), with two little bowls of coleslaw and tartar sauce each, was big enough a portion for two. As a table condiment, we were served a bottle of malt vinegar. A pale-brown liquid, it had a robust citrusy tang to it that enhanced the flavor of the battered fish.

I relished it all: the shore, the water, the meal.

Aidan's pub, in downtown Bristol.
Aidan’s pub, in downtown Bristol.
A cozy interior.
A cozy interior.
The "toasted limerick sandwich."
The “toasted limerick sandwich.”
The marina at Bristol.
The marina at Bristol.

The next afternoon, on our way back to the train station, we made a pit stop at Aidan’s, a convivial Irish pub, located on the waterfront in historic downtown Bristol. Across the street from it is the marina, dotted with counterpane-like white sails, beyond which stretches the aquamarine Atlantic Ocean.

For a light lunch, we had the “toasted limerick sandwich,” a goodness of melted Irish cheddar, sautéed onions, and Irish bacon, served on toasted rye. Each time I turned my head and read the wall decal, “My Goodness, My Guinness,” I was tempted to taste a pint from their incredible selection of ales, bitters, and stouts.

In the end, it was a pity we had to skip them. But we had a reasonably good excuse for that. We were in a rush.

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