Come on double digits! Number 9 is the Boathouse Grill

See how this all started here: http://bkatranch.blogspot.com/2012/01/bc-and-kathies-excellent-adventure-to.html

Number 9! We are closing in on double digits. Hard to think that half way would be after 23 sandwiches! We are still loving the challenge of completing the list and it is opening our eyes to new places to eat, new parts of town and new foods. I am grateful to the list for that. This week we headed to Boathouse Grill on west 56th Street. This is my old stomping grounds. I grew up on the edge of Eagle Creek and went to Pike High School, so I traveled 56th Street every day. The center that holds the Boathouse Grill was just farmland when I roamed that area. The Boathouse sits in a little strip center at 56th and High School Road.

"Come on with the picture taking B.C."

The list states: “Down the street from the Colts Complex, you can enjoy a fish sandwich to satisfy the biggest NFL appetite. The establishment, favored by Colts staffers, prides itself on its seafood offerings. The battered and fried whitefish fillet sandwich measures nearly a foot long and comes dressed in lettuce, tomato, onion and house made tartar sauce. The house made potato chips are a crispy complement.”

It is a good looking lunch meal! 

I must admit that I am not a fish guy. I’m not disgusted by fish (like my wife), but I would very rarely order fish and the only way that I eat it is covered in batter and deep fried. That is not to say that I have not had a lot of fish. It is one of my father’s favorite things and he is an avid fisherman so growing up we had fish from time to time. I have had it at McDonalds’ and at five star restaurants. I have had it frozen and had it fresh. I have had it in a boat, I have had it near a goat, I have had with a rope… hold on, I seem to be channeling Theodor Seuss Geisel. Let’s just say I have had fish. Entering the Boathouse the first thing you notice is the boat hanging from the ceiling. It is very cool. The whole nautical theme is cool. The next thing you notice is the smoke. It is a bar and is still a smoking allowed bar. I am not an anti-smoking zealot, in fact I am an ex-smoker, but the smoke in the Boathouse would have even been too much when I did smoke! Kathie and I trudged on and grabbed a booth. I ordered from the Fish Submarine and Kathie ordered Nachos. The staff was nice and our meal arrived quickly. The first thing you notice is the size of the thing. It is almost a foot long. I must admit that it looked really good. I quickly dunked a fry in the home made tartar sauce because if the tartar sauce wasn’t great we were going to be in for a long lunch. It was good, very good, in fact better than the sandwich. Once you get beyond the size of the sandwich it tasted like a frozen filet that you would get at any chain sit down restaurant. It wasn’t bad – it just wasn’t anything. The bread didn’t jump out at me nor did the breading on the fish, which I guarantee wasn’t hand breaded or anything like that. It was ho-hum for me. Kathie’s nachos were also nothing to write about. Canned cheese pumped onto bagged up nacho chips. They actually were below average for bar food. Overall I don’t think that I will be sending anyone to the Boathouse except for my father who will like the décor. I will be sure to tell him to sit near the front door so he can get some fresh air from time to time.

Too bad their food doesn't taste as good as it looks.