Maybe I'm spoiled. Mom and Dad used to catch fresh fish from the pristine lakes of northern Manitoba and clean and fry the fillets right at the campground. The pickerel and trout they prepared in those days remains my favourite meal of all time. All fish since has paled in comparison.
Even so, I can still enjoy fish if it's not wrapped in a casing of fried lard and butter.
Fish: better without the batter.