Dude, those fish sticks were disgusting. There wasn't enough tartar sauce that you could fit in your mouth to make that nasty taste go away.
I grew up Catholic too, and my family tried to switch it up every week. Mac and cheese one Friday, fish sticks the next. Cabbage soup night was the worst.
I remember when 'Icecream' was a flavour.
Remember ash trays at the end of some aisles?