I come from down in the Valley

Speaking of the Wyoming Valley and Back Mountain, this was where we picked up our regular go-to Friday night dinner:

That sign, which sits along Route 309 in Dallas, is one of the most iconic images of my childhood. I loved everything about it, especially at night in all its neon glory.

We weren't Catholic, but once a week we ate like it. The prevalence of Catholics in our area meant that the Friday night Fried Haddock, Fries and Slaw special (PA fish and chips as it were) was often brought home in a cardboard box by my Dad. I think that meat-free Friday meant cheap fish at King Neptune. It was the first fish I ever liked, and I could go for it right now -- which is OK because the Interwebs tells me they are still in business.

Where I come from, that's what passed for multiculturalism.

And it was damn great.