Soak It Up
March 26, 2005
I went out dinner with my dad yesterday, Good Friday, because, like all good Catholics, we observe the day of Jesus’ death in quiet contemplation and “fasting,” which is an ancient Catholic ritual wherein we take our family out to a gigantic seafood buffet.
This being my last few days in Bay Minette, we went to Frazier’s, the only half-good restaurant in town, and the only restaurant I’ve ever been to that has a threat posted above the seafood buffet: “Extra charge for uneaten portions!!” It’s always a good place to see the ghost of Christmas future—all the people you graduated high school with, and their two to four children. And while I hate to admit it, sometimes I happen to run into someone I liked and it’s nice to catch up.
Last night wasn’t terribly exceptional. Other than enjoying the running commentary on the quality of the meal (“rubbery” crawfish are too hard to open) courtesy of famed restaurant critic “Jimmy,” approx. age 8., and seeing a girl I knew in high school (and her two children), it was Frazier’s as always: grimey, a little embarrasing, and fucking delicious.