How To Eat a Lobster . . .

Sunday, James and family came over to visit.  Chris also showed up. 

As customary, we go out to eat somewhere.  James Dunn usually determines the destination for dining.  He has a ferocious appetite, he is after all a teenager.

He chose Pappadeaux's.  We agree with that as it is about a close to Louisiana food as we can get in Texas.  Judie and I enjoy the Greek Salad and then move on to entrees.  She got fried softshell crab, just one and I got the medium order of fried shrimp, almost more than I can eat and certainly had at least three or four potato's worth of French Fries under the shrimp.  Judie on the other had broccoli shoots (as opposed to the more common broccoli florets).  I did not eat all those potatoes.

Son James had three or four fried softshell crabs but an appetiser of a dozen raw oysters.  Chris had a fried crawfish dinner and ditto on the oysters.  Joan had the seafood brochette which is a great dish.  It has shrimp, fish and other goodies on a spit and is served on a bed of rice.

James Dunn had a lobster.  He requested a two pound lobster but alas had to settle for a two and half pound lobster, the two pounders were gone.  He was delivered a big lobster, the tail was not so great but it had two massive claws.  He must have a half pint of melted butter on the side to dip his lobster in before eating it.  By the end of the lobster there was not a lot of butter left over.

And I can assure you there was no lobster left over.  He had a little assistance from his father in fishing out some of the lobster bits as in the knuckles, etc.  Of course his father imposed small fee, that is a couple of pieces of the lobster did not make it back to James Dunn's plate but rather grace James, the senior, lips instead.

A photo was taken and it was sent to Armada Grace to gloat over.  She sends telephone photos of her soirees into fine dining areas and meals, so it was turn about fair play.  She responded appropriately.

In the end, the lobster carcass was stacked on a couple of bread plates and was sort of put back together sans all of  its edible innards.  Such is the table decorations found on a Sunday afternoon meal.

Bon appetite!