No… not the superb restaurant overlooking the two Whitby lighthouses, but the folk tale collected by the brothers Grimm in the 19-cent, which has variants all over the world.

Here’s a revised version of the story as in Wikipedia:

A poor fisherman lived with his wife in a little hut by the sea. One day he caught a talking fish. “Please let me go,” said the fish. “I can grant wishes!” The kind fisherman let it go without asking for anything.

But when he told his wife, she said, “You should have wished for a nice house! Go back and ask!” So he did, and the fish said: “Go home and you’ll find your wife sitting outside a nice house.”

When he got home, there she was, sitting outside a nice house. “Oh,” she said, “we wished for too little. Go back and ask the fish for a fine castle.”

So he did, and the fish said: “Go home and you’ll find your wife sitting outside a fine castle.”

But the wife wanted more. She wished to be a queen, then an empress, then to rule the whole world. Each time the fisherman went back and asked the fish, and each time the fish granted her wish.

Then the wife said “The whole world is not enough. I want to rule the Moon as well.”

So he did, and the fish said: “Go home and you’ll find your wife sitting outside her old hovel.”

I’m guessing an up-to-date version would skip the Moon and go straight for Mars.