Last night, on a visit home, the folks and I went to Mehlman’s Cafeteria in St. Clairsville, Ohio. I’ve been ordering fried Canadian white fish there for more than 40 years. Still tastes the same. The cafeteria still smells the same. Speaking of the tastes of home, here’s something that was posted in a different forum back in January.
The cafeteria at Wheeling Hospital serves local comfort: sandwiches from Coleman’s Fish Market, on Nickles Bakery products. You can get ’em on a bun, but I choose white bread, they way the market makes them.
Dad worked at Nickles for decades. That bakery put bread on our table. Earlier this year, in the disorienting environment of the hospital, it was nice to have a taste of home.
Yes, there are metaphors here, discernible whether I intend them or not. But … matter matters.
Sometimes a fish sandwich is, gloriously, in its real presence, simply a fish sandwich.
I’m linking up with Ann Kroeker’s Food on Fridays. For any of us who’ve settled far from home, there are flavors we crave when we go back. For folks who grew up around Wheeling, it includes Di Carlo’s pizza and Coleman’s fish. What are the foods you want to eat when you go back home, and where is home for you?