Susters Arcade — Restaurant in Denmark

“Where the Fish Fry and Waitress Emily Make You Believe in Miracles”

Let me start by saying that I have eaten a lot of fish in my day. I've eaten it grilled, baked, broiled, blackened, pickled, fried, smoked, and once (regretfully) microwaved in a gas station parking lot. But nothing—and I mean nothing—prepared me for the transcendent, enlightenment I experienced at this fish fry.

As I walked into the place, I knew something magical was about to happen. It wasn’t the warm lighting or even the family of six sitting across from me wearing matching “Cod Squad” T-shirts (although they certainly added ambiance). No, it was when Emily—our server, our guide, our crispy-fish-slinging shepherd—glided to our table like a majestic eagle with a tray of tartar sauce and pure joy.

Emily deserves her own paragraph. No, her own memoir. This woman is the Beyoncé of waitstaff. Friendly without being fake, funny without trying too hard. She addressed my uncle’s weird questions with the grace of a seasoned diplomat and brought us extra napkins exactly three seconds before my cousin knocked over his coleslaw. She’s either psychic or trained by the CIA.

Now let’s talk about the fish. Oh. My. Cod.

This wasn’t your average, limp, greasy slab of mystery meat. No, this was the Fabio of fried fish—golden, perfectly crisped, and absolutely glistening under the ceiling fan like it was ready for a romance novel cover shoot. The breading? It deserves its own Hall of Fame. I don’t know what sorcery went into it, but it was the perfect ratio of crunch to flake. Not too thick, not too thin—like it was custom tailored by a fish-fry tailor named Giuseppe in a small coastal town. It hugged the fish like it loved it. Like they had a story together.

There wasn’t a soggy spot in sight, and the texture? If angels had exoskeletons, this would be it.

Each bite was like a crunchy lullaby that rocked my taste buds gently into a state of nirvana. If breading were currency, I’d have offered to pay my student loans in crispy bits of this sacred shell.

Sides? Immaculate. Baby reds that didn’t taste like they gave up on life. Coleslaw that whispered, “I’m not just a filler; I matter.” And don’t even get me started on the tartar sauce—tangy, creamy, and possibly blessed by a clergyman. I dunked everything in it, including (accidentally) my car keys.

By the end of the meal, I was full, and at peace. Emily gave us all a warm smile like she was sending us off on a journey. And in a way, she was. A journey into post-fish-fry euphoria.

So if you’re wondering whether you should go here for a fish fry? Yes. Go. Run. Cannonball your way into a booth and ask for Emily. Tell her the fish fry-review-lady sent you.

And for the love of Poseidon, get the breaded walleye. You deserve that kind...

My family has been going here for years. I mean like over 25 years and they know the original owners. Situation: 2 alcohol drinks. 3 kitty cocktails... 2 sodas(paid cash).... 3 kid dinners and 3 adults..... Bill 88 bucks.....i did the math on the kids.... 2 for $8 and 1 for $5.. Equals 21.... I was charged 25.50... Bar bill. $12, $10.50, $6.00, 3.00... Hmmm the soda($3) was paid for in cash... So unsure why i was charged again for it... And i only had 2 $6 drinks and 3 $2.... So can you tell me how 10.50 was for?..... As i explained it to them they took off the sodas. I looked agai. And bar total was still 25. I said wait my bar bill was 18. Why is it not 25..... I go bak to the lady and said hey my drink total was 18. Why do i have to pay 25. Idk i didnt take your order i said the short guy did. I explain it and they take money off.... I am so hurt by this. And really cant say i will be back. I dont want to pay for someone elses...

At first I wasn't gonna come here because I thought it was just a loud bar and I hate bars but I'm sure glad we decided to come in because it wasn't loud at all and they also have a dinner hall incase you dont like sitting in the bar area. The chicken was amazingly crunchy on the outside and juicy on the inside all the side dishes were good which is hard to find and the cream puffs are the best I ever had in fact I think I can make a dinner just on cream puffs. The staff was extremely polite and courteous they were also very welcoming I was surprised because I had 3 different people come up and thank us for coming in and talk to us. What a warm welcome by strangers for a place you've never been to. Definitely a place you want to put on your favorites list. One last thing they also gave us free cream puffs just because we drove up from Port Washington. Great place...