i don't want a large farva, i want a goddamned liter of cola!

so yeah, that whole crawfish boil thing?  wow.  it was awesome.  crazy busy.  ran out of crawfish at 7.  had three hundred pounds of live crawfish ups'd straight from new orleans.  and sold every last one.  well, not really...some of them were dead (maybe ten pounds worth) and me, el chefe, and sous chefe all picked fighters and put them in jars next to eachother so they could see eachother and develop hatred and resentment towards one another, then we were gonna let them have a crawfish fight and see who's was the winner.  el chefe picked a huge black one and named it the colombian black mamba, sous chefe picked an even bigger one and named him mr. t and i picked a little red one that was fast and fiesty as hell and named him mr. whiskerbiscuts.  he's a sketchy little fucker.  anyway i left at four so and i just assumed they had their fight but they were all still there today, just staring at each other.  sous chefe fed his some bratwurst and i was temped to jack mr. whiskerbiscuts up on red bull and vodka but never got around to it.  and all day at work i swear to god the colombian black mamba was staring at me, and any time i got near his jar he reared back and started snapping his claws at me.  he didn't do it to our dishwasher, nor any of our servers.  just me.  my guess is that he just hates the irish.  which is wierd, cause i didn't think invertebrates were capable of bigotry but there ya go.  they hadn't fought by the time i left today and i bet they're all dead of boredom tomorrow.  i was hoping they'd be all fired up cause we murdered and ate all their friends and relations.

anyway...so, eh....oh yeah!  the crawfish boil was awesome, i cut up 150 lbs of bratwurst, and we had tons of corn and potatoes in there too.  fifteen bucks a bucket, with three dollars going to the missoula housing authority.  my pops came in and brought some of the chinese mafia (my extended stepfamily) in and said the bucket they bought had probably fifty or sixty crawfish in it.  we were also doing two dollar bud lights and friggin seven dollar pitchers of hurricanes.  i just went home after work, i thought it was a good idea for everyone involved for me to not get near 7 dollar mixed drink pitchers.  me and gator bobb used to get pitchers of bloody marys for breakfast back in the day, and we'd get super crunk by like, nine thirty.

so yeah, yesterday was a blast.  i'd never even eaten a crawfish before.  and i did it right, crack that sucker in half, suck the spicy bits out of the head and then eat the tail in one bite.  they were pretty good.  probably not something i'd order but if somebody else had some i'd eat a couple.  i'm like that with scallops, too.  anyway the buckets were huge and we were packed and the bar made a killing and it was a good time for all.  also it was for a good cause and it's always nice to be part of that.  today was pretty slow but i had a good time anyway.

i'd like to shoutout to both jamie and eric and say thanks for keeping up with the new joint on facebook....we  try to do updates from the kitchen but i keep forgetting there's a computer in there.  i keep forgetting about the tv, too, although last saturday we watched saved by the bell while we cooked breakfast which was just as awesome as it sounds.  we're gonna get a hd tv in the kitchen before this summer so me an el chefe can watch the world cup.