Schwan’s Haddock Squares, up close and personal. Although I’m usually annoyed by negative seafood reviews that complain about fish tasting “fishy,” this is really the only way to describe Schwan’s thoroughly terrible Haddock Squares (see below). I couldn’t even improve these greasy little slabs with lemon and homemade tartar sauce so I wound up returning the rest of the box yesterday to my Schwan’s delivery dude, who wasn’t particularly congenial about it. Come to think of it, Gary isn’t congenial about anything. He’s a big, whiny doofus who shows up every other Wednesday to moan about the weather, his crappy feet, a trick knee and why he’s sick of working. In less than five minutes he usually manages to destroy my entire morning. (Sam has the right idea. He hides when the doorbell rings.) In all other respects, however, Gary is a lovely person.
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