Every Grenada tour book has one little entry called “Fish Friday.”
After riding the waves on a catamaran, tip-toeing though “gun fight” alley and slipping past shady looking locals, we found the fish.
Fish Friday is a little gathering of fishermen who batter and fry their catch and serve it up to waiting tourists. It is also located one heck of a long way away from where most people live.
You have two options for your journey of adventure to the land of Gouyave. (pronounced Guave). You can hire a taxi or drive yourself up a windy, dark jungle road for about an hour and a half. Or you can charter one of these beauties:
Our catamaran took us across the waves in style and delivered us on the shores of Gouyave after an hour of stunning star gazing.
Just before landing on the fishing boat-speckled shore, our captain gave us a stark warning.
“Do not come back to the boat by yourself. Do not wander off on your own. Understand?”
We all nodded obediently, not understanding until later why he was so serious. The part of town that we landed in was nicknamed gun shot alley. Because … well … you know.
After wandering a few blocks though the streets of good old Grenada, we found a few tents and the day’s fried catch.
Not being the fishiest person around, I got the fish cakes and biscuits. Shredded carp was mixed with a ton of herbs and spices and deep fried into a patty. Then, I asked them to sandwich the fishy dish between one of their home made biscuits. Multiples of the mouth-watering experience cost me a grand total of $2 USD. Awesome!
We hung around for a while and sampled all that the fish mongers had to offer. Most everything is fried and cooked to perfection, including the huge lobster tail. From fish kabob to the battered snapper, it was all pretty good, and cheap.
If you do choose to go, you might find it a little anti-climactic. I mean, it’s just a few tents and fried fish in some old Grenadian alley way. But the lack of grandeur and the local-ness of the whole thing made it fun.
We had a great time!
