A Little Smelt Goes a Long Way

Today, since we had the day off of work, a couple friends and I decided to have a day of fun in Detroit, where my friend Sara, lives with her husband, Matt. Another friend, Sarah, and I drove out there to meet up with them and have some adventures. Because their names are both Sara(h), it can  be confusing to tell stories about them, but since one spells her name with an "h" and the other doesn't, I think you'll be able to keep them straight.

Anyway, first on the agenda was feather bowling. Never having heard of feather bowling before, my first thought was, "I hope this doesn't involve trying to hurl a feather down a lane, because I'm pretty sure I can't think of anything more dissatisfying. But it turned out, it had nothing to do with throwing a feather. I think a few pictures will explain better than I could with words, but I'll make an attempt with words to help you explain the pictures (am I talking in circles?)

1. feather bowling is Belgian.
2. it involves hurling something like a wooden ball/wheel down a dirt lane trying to get it as close as possible to a pigeon feather stuck in the dirt.
3. it is in a way similar to shuffleboard, in that you try to knock your opponent's ball (away from the feather, in this case).
4. in one hour I became good enough to go pro.

Here are the pictures:

Team Sara(h) taking their turn.

Hurling the ball down the lane



Pommes frites break



  

The time team Sara(h) nailed it (the feather here reminds me a lot of the wicked witch of the east, right?)

I could post more pictures, but I think you get the idea. In case you were wondering, Team Non Sara(h) won in the speed round. There was some debate about if the speed round was a legit way to win, but the people debating it weren't on the winning team, so... you decide.

After feather bowling, we went to a restaurant with an impossible name to remember: Traffic Jam and Snug. I decided to be adventurous and order some breaded Canadian smelt. It turned out... it was a bit too smelty for me. The problem was that I really didn't know what smelt was. I knew it was some kind of fish, but that's all I knew.  And when it came out totally breaded, the mystery remained. After I'd eaten about six smelt, I cracked one open, at Sara's suggestion, and saw what was under the breading. I was done. It was a tiny fish (head chopped off), covered in breading. An entire fish. Gross gross gross gross! When the server came over and asked if I wanted a box, I said, "no thank you. Sorry." He said, "That's ok, a little smelt goes a long way."

Sara and Sarah walking into the restaurant

The main reason we went there: fried pickles

Then, because we hadn't consumed enough calories, we stopped at Good Girls Go to Paris, where my friend Christy joined us for some crepes.

So, did you stick with me this far? I know this was a picture heavy post, but I wanted you to feel like you were with me today.

How was your day today? What did you do?