But Thursdays, sweet Thursdays, I could wreck myself up stuffing my craw with plate after plate of crispy, crunchy, hot, golden brown fried fish without even the slightest hint of shame. I know it doesn’t sound pretty, but such impassioned eating never ought to be.

Three plates – that’s the minimum I demand of myself. The first plate is a warm up; delicious, but not quite satisfying. In fact, it does little more than annoy my appetite. Plate two is my favorite. I start getting my senses back by then and I can take time to notice the subtleties like the crunch of the batter and the soft, tender, flaky texture of the perfectly cooked fish. But the last plate is just plain contention.

That’s the point where I know I’m getting full and I know I shouldn’t keep eating, but man, oh man, do I want to experience that delicious taste just once more. I power through because I know I can’t fall asleep happy with myself unless I put that last plate away.

You’d think that McMullen’s could just serve those delicious fish and chips all the livelong day and be successful, but there is much more to that place. Irish nachos are another of my favorites – homemade potato chips covered with cheddar cheese, bacon, tomatoes, chives and sour cream. Do yourself a favor and get it with chicken.

It is a mighty dish and nothing short of amazing. Take an order down and a pint of beer with some friends and you’ll be living a night worthy of envy.

McMullen’s is as authentic as it gets. Well, maybe not the nachos, but they’re so delicious I’ll let it slide. The dark wood furniture and soft lighting create a very comfortable, welcoming atmosphere. The food is delicious and the beer is cold. The staff is friendly and quick on their toes. It’s a perfect example of what a neighborhood pub should be.

For more information, visit the McMullen’s website.