“Kippered Herring is wonderful...”
The breakfast places used to serve kippers with scrambled eggs. But no more. I think squeamish patrons objected to the smell. I liked them. With home fries and scrambled eggs.
My husband once worked with a woman who claimed she was so allergic to fish that she would go into paroxysms even just smelling it. So, everyone in the office had to forego fish for lunch, or eat it outside.
(My husband called it ‘psychosomatic anaphylaxis’; folks were rather glad when she retired...)