Caveat Emptor?

Salesmen are usually eager enough to talk up their products, but not the Manx fish wholesalers.

We were hoping to find brill, turbot, or lemon sole, but were told firmly that there are no flatfish, only cod, haddock, and hake.

We could hardly fail to notice the big box of flatfish right in front of us, so we asked as politely as we could “what are these?”

“Halibut,” came the reply “but they’re farmed.”

“What do they taste like?”

“Fucking awful” (a long pause) “But in a fancy restaurant, covered with some sort of fancy sauce, they think it’s marvellous.” (another long pause) “No farmed fish is any good, is it?”

They tell it like it is in the Manx fish yards!

We are having hake for dinner – gorgeous, fresh, wild hake.