Lunch today was a crawdad feast? I was incredibly excited to be eating at Jakes Famous Crawfish whose been in business since 1892. And claimed to be the oldest restaurant in Portland. This place was your typical historical location featuring a museum of period photos, written history accounts and good ole Americana. Waiters in bow ties, white pressed shirts and long black aprons. You get the picture.
But look at this picture, doesn’t it look nice? My bowl of little, tiny shellfish goodness, book, ice tea and Garlic Bread? What a nice looking lunch, looks very enjoyable doesn’t it! But are crawdads really enjoyable? How soon does one forget about the hazards of some foods. The older I get, memory loss is becoming more frequent and I find myself reliving experiences I should have learned from.
People have you ever eaten crawdads before? Tearing apart scorching tiny hot body parts, whose bodies resemble dull razors, while trying to tear, smash and dig for flesh isn’t exactly a clean activity for you or them. 10 minutes into my initial assault, the stack of napkins reached eye level and I started using the sourdough bread to soak up the meat, guts and my blood. I had had enough tearing apart and being torn apart and motioned to the waiter to assist me off my stool. Why did I need help off my stool? Because I was afraid of grabbing onto anything I might slide off of. My hands were covered in oil, butter and body parts. After dismounting my chair, carefully guided by my waiter I backed into the bathroom with hands held high like a surgeon with clean surgical gloves entering into surgery. I slowly climbed into the sink for my bath. Glancing into the mirror I noticed my entire face had joined the crawdad massacre, so I crammed my face in the sink as well. Looking back into the mirror again, I laughed and noticed my teeth were caked in crawdad, corn, parsley and pepper. Holy shit, what just happened to me? I looked and smelt like a flesh eating zombie from the Walking Dead. Dejected I paid my bill and walked directly to my hotel room. Jumped in the shower and spent the better part of an hour flossing, cleaning under my nails and attending to razor sharp cuts all over my hands. Result, Fuck Crawdads unless I have an assistant to clean them and feed me. Tonight, gun shy dinner – waiter can I have a milk shake? #fivestartodivebar #5star2divebar