NOVEMBER 6, 2016
FOLKS IN THE SOUTH ARE DIFFERENT! People who live in the southern United States are different. As a group, they are the most gracious, welcoming and thoughtful folks we’ve ever encountered. “Southern hospitality” is a real deal. And the fried chicken here is absolutely the best! But some of the other food these guys consume in quantities is interesting, to say the least. This was evident today when we had a late lunch at Cub’s Crawfish after competing in the Turkey Shoot at the local VFW hall. Nope, to my friends in San Diego I will tell you this, “You won’t find the kind of seafood consumed down here at Point Loma Seafoods. But don’t fret about being able to get crawish. From what I’ve seen, you’re not missing much. The things are scary looking!”
SO, WHAT ARE CRAWFISH ANYWAY? These things go by a bunch of different names, crawfish, crawdads, freshwater lobsters, mountain lobsters, or mudbugs. They are freshwater crustaceans resembling small lobsters and they’re not hard to find on restaurant menus around here. Remember when I took you guys to Joe Patti’s Seafood Market? We saw whole tubs of these things on display. Anyhow, some species are found in brooks and streams where there is running fresh water but others thrive in swamps, ditches, and rice paddies. My guess is that the ones at Cub’s fall into the latter group! They were nasty looking little things!
CUB’S CRAWFISH. This eatery features boiled crawfish, gumbo & other spicy Cajun eats served in a roadside joint with funky decor. It opened in 2005 as a take-out restaurant with spicy, savory Cajun mudbugs “cooked up” with a Southern ‘country boil’ of corn, new potatoes, sausage and mushrooms. It’s now more than take-out, having graduated to a popular seafood diner which is a favorite of locals, Cajuns and tourists who want to try “the best crawfish around.” I took the description right from the mouth of the owner, whom I met at the place. He proudly told me that folks come from as far away as Mississippi to dine at his joint. That may be true, that may just be true.
PART OF OUR JOURNEY. Part of our journey, our Great American Adventure, is mixing with the people we meet, getting to know them and their dreams, eating their cuisine and assimilating into their culture while we’re sharing their place in America. I also try to buy locally grown food whenever possible. The philosophy has served us well, as we’ve met and befriended lots of folks all the way from the West Coast to the Eastern Seaboard. Today’s visit to Cub’s was an example of this philosophy in action.
WHAT ABOUT YOU GUYS? Have you ever eaten crawfish or “mudbugs” as the folks call ’em? Did you like them? To my southern friends, “Did you always like these things and the spicy Cajun seasonings? Or did Mom just feed them to you over and over for so long you gradually got used to them?” Leave a comment and let me know. And thanks for joining us today. Come back again soon!
Before I go on my rant, I found a typo. How do they boil them in a “bub”?
How dare you insult some of the finest cuisine you could ever wrap your mouth around? You, sir, are a heretic.
But, seriously, Mudbugs aren’t for everyone, but I love them, especially sucking all the goo out of the heads, and all things cajun or creole. When I get back to Louisiana I will stop and order five pounds of mudbugs with corn, potatoes and a beer or two. I’ll be in heaven.
So there.
First of all, Sir, I don’t see any typo despite a thorough re-read. Next, you call those mudbugs the “finest cuisine?” That’s absurd! I suppose you like chocolate covered ants, as well.
So there, yourself.
(It just occurred to me that readers might take this exchange as argumentative or caustic. Quite to the contrary, York and I are good friends and rib each other all the time. York lives in Florida and I live in San Diego, thus the joking about mudbugs and other southern, creole food, which is far from standard fare in California.)
Ah, you snuck in and corrected bub to tub. And yes, chocolate ants are good.
Hang in there.
Now, now Captain York. You know I’d not do such a thing as correcting a typo and then accuse you of not actually having found one. Trust me, I’m just not that kind of guy. And as to the ants, I’m sending you a batch of freshly dipped chocolate ones today. Enjoy them!
Crawfish are A-OK and chocolate dipped grasshoppers, ‘octopus balls, eels, squids, and dried shad/’sardines’ with their eyes, heads and whole looking bodies aren’t bad either. Check out Casablanca in Kobe, Japan or hundreds of other towns/cities. But a ‘demitasse cup’ of coffee (& no refills) at 350yen is a bit much.
Enjoying your infrequent blog very much.
Merry Christmas holidays and wishing you good health in 2017.
Hello Carroll…
I enjoyed reading your comment! I’m not sure if you’re pulling my leg or not, but if not I’ll leave consumption of the “delicacies” mentioned to you! Regarding infrequency, my apologies. We’ve been sidelined in Pensacola for a very long time, and I’ve pretty much exhausted topics for my blog. But, we’re going to be on the road again starting January 2nd and I promise that things will “perk up” quickly! Best wishes for a Merry Christmas and prosperous New Year. “I’ll see you again down the road.”
No, not pulling your leg. Son has lived in Nagoya, Japan since 1985; and before that was a Rotary Youth Exchange Student for a year in Sapporo, Hokkaido. With you approval, will send a couple of photos in the future.
So his mom/dad/sis/auntie/cousin have opportunities over the years to checkout the delicacies.
Joined Escapees in Livingston, TX in late ’90s when they bought Turkey Creek RV Pk in Hollister, MO (read Branson); so we have a low-low 50k SKP #,
Read about you ‘near death experience’ and your marvelous recovery.. Thanks to God and a loving wife.
Hello again, Carroll…
Interesting. I was a Rotarian for years and am delighted to hear that your son participated in the Exchange Student program. I’d love to see some of your photos!
Wow, you do have a low SKP #. Ours is something over 112,000. Send me an email from the sidebar of my blog some day and let’s talk about RV’n.
Happy Trails!