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"In a city where every restaurant loves to brag about their “freshly sourced blah blah blah seafood,” excellent fried catfish comes straight out of a Beacon Hill mini-mart. And as you’re standing outside your car, tearing into the well-seasoned, flaky meat, there’s a good chance a complete stranger will walk up to you and reaffirm that exact fact (it happened to us). The other stuff here is skippable, like dry wings and soggy jojos, but no worries—you and everyone else are here for the fish." - Kayla Sager-Riley