Week 5: St. Luke of the Blizzard

St Luke of the Blizzard?

Only in Cleveland, kids, only in Cleveland.

After the radical ice storm that threatened the Ohio Presidential Primary on Tuesday, a wild snowstorm created chaos along the North Coast on this Friday of Lent. But hey, what's a foot of snow when there are yet-untried Fish Frys to be explored?

By about 4:30pm, I think Sarah and I had each called St Luke's about 10 times to inquire as to whether or not their fish fry was still "on" for the evening (since everything ELSE on earth had been called off in honor of Mother Nature.) We believe we are thus personally responsible for their deciding to move ahead with the Fish Fry--after all of those calls, they probably thought they had a huge throng of people just YEARNING to come there and decided not to let us down, right?

Thankfully, we were not the only ones there! The parking lot was surprisingly full even in the crazy weather.

This was the fabulous week for Tom K to experience a church lenten fish fry for the FIRST TIME EVER! (Brigid, I can't remember if this was your first one too?)

We did have to observe, just for the record, that if those darned kids on That Seventies Show had been churchgoers, THIS would have been the basement where they had their youth group. (What IS it with churches still looking like it is 1970-something?)

Fab features of this particular fry included

*Live music by a guy on a guitar with a really rather extensive playlist. We had to wonder: when he was a teenager with a guitar, jamming and learning all of these songs, did he secretly dream of growing up to be Fish Fry Guitar Guy?

*Cheese pizza for $2.50--and it turned out to be an actual Domino's Personal Cheese pizza, box and all. For some reason we found this to be sorta hilarious.

*Extraordinarily on-task table bussers!

*Beer and wine available for a "free will offering". (I opted out 'cause i was gonna be driving people I love in a blizzard, for pete's sake, and had some wine when we got back home for late nite gaming....)

*A secret, hidden dessert table where you EARN that dessert by going on a treacherous, nearly impossible journey to find the hidden delicacies. Okay, that might be an exaggeration. Here's the thing: we saw CHILDREN with dessert (one of these kids was actually seriously too young even to WALK yet), but we didn't see the dessert table or anywhere that people were GETTING cookies. So we pretended that there was an insurmountable task of some sort that kept us from the dessert, and instead gloried in the dessert that Eric made and brought to my house afterward. It's just a better story to say that there was some epic journey involved that to admit that none of us could figure out where the cookies were. The fact is this: none of us could figure out where the cookies were. And we were too embarrassed to ask the little children.

One more week.....but that's getting ahead of ourselves, isn't it?