I’m not going to lie — although I whine about being forced to watch this damn show, I do tend to get into it once it starts (like bathtime for toddlers!), and this episode was no different. The danger! The twists! The handsome Jeff reappearing for the crawfish challenge!
Back up. I’m not haggling about how crawfish or crayfish is spelled, but GOOD GOD, PEOPLE! YOU’RE EATING WATER COCKROACHES!
I was torn between pity and revulsion as I watched those live things trying to surreptitiously crawl off the table to safety. Then Jaime actually garnished her dish with one of them! I like her and all, but that earns losing right there.
The gumbo, oyster stew, fish, drinkkkkkkkkkkks, and other meals that followed the crawfish challenge were a joy to behold, the outfits were lovely, the people were . . . sometimes lovely, and so forth, as human feeding frenzies usually go.
The end result of it all is that I really really really want to go eat some spicy New Orleans – style food. Sans crawfish.
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
