I was late getting to dinner because of the traffice stopped by a Mardi Gras parade. What was I thinking!? But I impressed myself by navigating an alternative route without the help of any maps. After many dark, winding roads, I found the place. It rested on the edge of a bayou and the parking lot was packed. Clearly, this was where it was at for a Saturday night!
Indeed. The locals were out en masse for this:
Pounds and pounds of boiled crawfish. Ew. Just thinking about the critters makes my stomach flip. My friends insisted that I needed to try one. "I'll even peel it for you so you don't have to touch it," she offered. After convincing myself that I would not die after eating one, I agreed. She peeled it for me and put it on my plate. I put it in my mouth and chewed it really fast to just get it over with. As it turned out, I did not die. It didn't taste too seafoody and the texture wasn't so bad. I don't know if I will willingly eat another one, but now I can say I tried.
Since one friend was in the bathroom, we decided to take a picture to prove that I really did eat a mudbug. We started with this:
but I was told that with that piece of the crawfish I was holding that I would actually suck the juice out (gross) so I tried again:
Yuck. Ultimately, however, this is how I felt:
Ta da! I think I will stick with my chicken tenders.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone