Posted by: Steve Hemmingsen - 11/13/2009 12:00 AM

Here’s the deal.
Knowing that the American Legion lutefisk supper is usually sold out well in advance, I figured I was safe asking my friend Tryg if I could come in a shoot some pictures…and leave before I was overcome. Wrong! Tryg scrounged or scalped or something one more ticket, so I had to tough it out.
The Main Street in Astoria, about the only paved one, is only a couple of blocks long, but I have to tell you…and I’m not kidding…you could smell the pot boiling a block away. Uffdah!
Not knowing the protocol, I sat with Tryg’s brother Phil and his wife Roberta. Phil documented a gastronomic advenutre worthy of guy on cable, Andrew Zimmern, who will eat anything. Hold your nose and be glad it isn’t smell-a-vision…
It was like being a smoker among non-smokers. I just threw my clothes in the hamper as soon as I got home. As for the cats, just open the door to the Legion Hall and they’ll troop over for the supper to end all suppers. If you’re an a-fisk-anado, you might want to book ahead for next Veterans’ Day. The guest list is limited to about 100. It is served family style, so you can eat all you want, even if you work around the main event. They have Norwegian meatballs the size of tennis balls.
