Smoked fish . . . oh, smoked fish . . . forgive the Treasure Coast for its ignorance, and spread, spread your bliss! Spread your bliss like cream cheese (non-whipped, of course) on a toasted split everything (preferably salt) New York bagel! Fish and fish oil and material smokiness, spread your bliss, spread your bliss! Oh, family, I will only return if I can spread this bliss, spread ths bliss! No more time to sing; time to eat!
My first stop after deboarding at LGA on Friday morning was Russ & Daughters. Check out the photos of their displays, diplays holding treasured goods, even treasured more than the over-looked herring. This place is a g-dsend. This will also be the last place I stop at Wednesday so I can spread, spread the bliss amongst mi familia.