We didn't eat here or anything, but I have composed a song:

In days of old when fish were cold just like the men who ate them,
so damnable a dish from hell it seemed pointless to plate them.
Then we got the bright idea to dunk them in hot oil
twas then we had a hearty meal that made one not recoil...
Tasty seafood, Jolly Roger!
And a sports bar, Jolly Roger!
Right in Portland, Jolly Roger!
It's your money that we want, and your money we shall have!