Grab a Plate at the St Peter's Fish Fry
There's nothing quite like the energy you feel walking into the st peter's fish fry on a crisp Friday evening. You smell it before you even see the church—that unmistakable scent of hot oil, salty batter, and freshly baked rolls wafting through the parking lot. For a lot of us, this isn't just a meal; it's a weekly ritual that marks the arrival of spring and the heart of the Lenten season. It's the kind of place where your neighbor is probably the one handing you your plastic tray, and the priest is likely wandering around cracking jokes while people wait in line. ...