We were poor growing up, fish fingers (store brand) and ketchup sandwiches was a good meal for us! Heck if we could afford tartare sauce!

I hate you all. I am craving fish fingers SO badly.

When I was growing up on Fridays when I went to Catholic school we had fish cakes and spaghetti offered on the lunch menu in the cafeteria. Still one of my comfort foods. We did eat fish sticks with mac and cheese but I never had it as a sandwich.

BTW tartar sauce is only mayo, pickle relish and a little lemon juice.

Dammit.

Shouldn't have clicked.

I hate you all now.

I make an ersatz tartar sauce with mayo or salad dressing and sweet green relish, squeeze of citrus if I have it, and that's what I like on a fish finger sandwich.

Fish finger sandwich has been my comfort food for a long time as a result!

Still too posh for me

Fish cakes from our local chippy in Sheffield consisted of a thick piece of cod between two thick slices of potato...all dipped in batter and fried.

No ketchup for me, or condiments in general! Not on a fish finger sandwich. I like 'em dry! The fish is oily enough to offer suitable lubrication, I find. (Though if I had to choose, it would be tartar all the way. I'm not the biggest fan of ketchup.)

Husband says I pronounce 'tartar' weird - for me the stress is on the first syllable; for him, both are equal. I say TARtar. He says TAR-TAR. We're going to divorce at the dinner table at this rate.

If it's a made-to-order sandwich, and they offer you a selection of condiments, they will usually squirt or spread a bit on there for you. I think? I feel like it must have been a long time since I ordered a sandwich since I appear to have sincerely forgotten.

Basically it is the same here. The only difference is that it is not layered but mixed with the fish. I still love them crunchy and served with spaghetti and marina sauce. I'm provincial that way.

You are so funny

I'm a Yank and it is TAR-TAR There are many simple words that my Canadian husband mispronounces, i.e. potato being one of that that makes me cringe.

TAR-TAR steak is correct, but if you reverse the wording it should be steak tar-TAR. The English quirk is beside the point anyway, since the Germans are the only folk I'd trust to serve me raw meat.

Interesting view there. I had never eaten raw meat (steak tartare) until I came to CH. I've since enjoyed it in CH, FR and BE, the only bad one I had was in FR (Val Thorens), was as sick as a dog for about 36 hours.

I make my own fishcakes, and have recently been toying with the idea of doing my own fish fingers. Can't be that difficult, can it?

T Impossible, wouldn't even consider it. What are you, nuts?
Take it as a challenge. The peer pressure is incredible around here.

My mom, who was German born and raised, often made it for herself with a cut of beef from the butcher that she knew was prime. She ground it herself at home, season it and was in heaven for a short time savoring the taste.

Absolutely! And I really enjoy messing about in the kitchen.

Challenge on! I'm trying to decide between egg + breadcrumbs or a good old beer batter...