In my last entry, I should have mentioned that I will rate each
restaurant on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the best. At the end, I
will rank the restaurants from first to last. This could take years....
Bosco Fish & Seafood sits right across the street from the University of Detroit Mercy and is adjacent to a liquor store. My hope was to find restaurants that I can sit down and eat at, but unfortunately Bosco has no tables to eat at. My lunch clock was ticking and the drive was further than I thought, so I quickly evaluated the menu and placed an order to go. As the name implies, the majority of menu items are seafood. The guy behind the counter asked me if I needed help, and he proceeded to stare at me, so I felt a little rushed to order. I asked what they're known for, and he said catfish. I don't eat shellfish or bottom feeders, so that was a no. The next suggestion was tilapia or whiting (also saw salmon and cod on the menu). Now at this point I noticed that the prices were dirt cheap. Like cheaper than McDonalds, which scared me a little. I asked if they fry all their fish, and they said they could bake it instead, but it would take more time. Tilapia was the more expensive of the two sandwich options, so I ordered a fried tilapia sandwich, which comes with french fries (I opted out of the fries).
Now it was time to settle in for the wait. Even though there were no tables, there were chairs to sit in while you wait. As I waited, I noticed there were some other customers who called their orders in, which is probably a better option if time is a concern. They were wearing t-shirts that encourage you to get your prostate checked. One of the ladies told the man behind the counter, "I'll check your prostate. Don't be scurred." After they left, the man joked to another man, "No way. I ain't havin' her check my prostate."
Also while waiting, I noticed that Bosco has a variety of grocery store items for purchase, from paprika to grits. After eight minutes, my food was ready, so I took my sandwich stuffed in a styrofoam box back to work. When I opened the box, the meal was essentially three pieces of fish and two pieces of wheat bread with tartar sauce and hot sauce on the side. I assembled my sandwich and scarfed it down. It tasted pretty good. A little on the salty side, but still good.
Due to the distance from work, the lack of tables, and the styrofoam packaging, I will not be returning to Bosco. On a scale from 1 to 10, I would rate Bosco a 3.
On a side note, I drove by another Detroit restaurant called Inuendo to see if it was open. I had read that Inuendo is a night club with predominantly gay customers, but I still wanted to see if they served lunch. Unfortunately, they do not.
Bosco Fish & Seafood sits right across the street from the University of Detroit Mercy and is adjacent to a liquor store. My hope was to find restaurants that I can sit down and eat at, but unfortunately Bosco has no tables to eat at. My lunch clock was ticking and the drive was further than I thought, so I quickly evaluated the menu and placed an order to go. As the name implies, the majority of menu items are seafood. The guy behind the counter asked me if I needed help, and he proceeded to stare at me, so I felt a little rushed to order. I asked what they're known for, and he said catfish. I don't eat shellfish or bottom feeders, so that was a no. The next suggestion was tilapia or whiting (also saw salmon and cod on the menu). Now at this point I noticed that the prices were dirt cheap. Like cheaper than McDonalds, which scared me a little. I asked if they fry all their fish, and they said they could bake it instead, but it would take more time. Tilapia was the more expensive of the two sandwich options, so I ordered a fried tilapia sandwich, which comes with french fries (I opted out of the fries).
Now it was time to settle in for the wait. Even though there were no tables, there were chairs to sit in while you wait. As I waited, I noticed there were some other customers who called their orders in, which is probably a better option if time is a concern. They were wearing t-shirts that encourage you to get your prostate checked. One of the ladies told the man behind the counter, "I'll check your prostate. Don't be scurred." After they left, the man joked to another man, "No way. I ain't havin' her check my prostate."
Also while waiting, I noticed that Bosco has a variety of grocery store items for purchase, from paprika to grits. After eight minutes, my food was ready, so I took my sandwich stuffed in a styrofoam box back to work. When I opened the box, the meal was essentially three pieces of fish and two pieces of wheat bread with tartar sauce and hot sauce on the side. I assembled my sandwich and scarfed it down. It tasted pretty good. A little on the salty side, but still good.
Due to the distance from work, the lack of tables, and the styrofoam packaging, I will not be returning to Bosco. On a scale from 1 to 10, I would rate Bosco a 3.
On a side note, I drove by another Detroit restaurant called Inuendo to see if it was open. I had read that Inuendo is a night club with predominantly gay customers, but I still wanted to see if they served lunch. Unfortunately, they do not.
