Where's the Fish???

The matriarch usually eats fish and chips with my husband on Saturdays. To my husband's chagrin, they are now known as regulars at a fish and chip restaurant in a small town East of here. The wife of the shop owner loves the matriarch and every time the matriarch goes to the establishment makes a fuss over her. My husband now knows what Swiss Chalet feels like. On Saturday past, the wife suggested they use the matriarch in a commercial; she could be like Clara Peller in the Wendy's commercial, "Where's the Beef?" Only, she would have to say, "Where's the Fish?"
The matriarch was delighted.

My husband has taken the matriarch out for fish and chips on a Saturday for years. Well before she moved in with us, the matriarch and my husband had a regular luncheon date. It wasn't always Saturday but it has always been once a week. Once, he took us, the children and me sans mother-in-law, to the fish and chip place owned by our neighbours and we all got to talking about this little old lady who could eat anything; the owner's wife found it unbelievable this tiny old lady could eat fish, chips, coleslaw, slice of bread and dessert. She'd obviously not realized to whom she was speaking. My husband was mortified; he got our take-out and left. What do you say? It is incredible how much the matriarch eats and it is extremely strange to know one's almost 100 year old mother is infamous.