But I will tell you my catfish story.
Many years ago when I was in Florida working at the Kennedy Space Center, two of my male coworkers (I was one of few females) asked if I wanted to go fishing at lunchtime. I looked at them suspiciously. They laughed and said I'd like it. It turns out that they knew of a little run-down shack on a creek that served fried catfish. It looked pretty unappealing, but the food was decent. I'm not sure I'd go there again, even if it's still around, but it was fun at the time.