I forgot to mention that on the way home, we stopped off the highway in Mystic, CT for a bit of seafood. We ate at a fairly nice restaurant. One interesting item they had on the menu was a fried fish. Neither of us ordered this entree, but people sitting at some other tables did. When the plate was brought out, the fried fish was shaped like a fish, positisioned straight up as if it were swimming, eyeballs and all. This sufficiently grossed Alissa out, and apparently also grossed out the woman at the table next to us, who asked her server to return the plate, as well as the fried fish, to the kitchen. However, a lady at another table was content with eating the lifelike fried fish, though her male dinner companion, apparently not quite as open-minded, left her alone for the rest of the meal, and still hadn’t returned by the time our check came, we paid it, and we left.