Our vegan sister brought us to an amazing seafood restaraint.
There were plenty of veggies and tofu for her.
We had Gator tenderloin, the prawns that ate Philiadelphia, urchin roe in a savory custard, baby abalone, and lots of vegan fare, Dessert was fresh fruit. It's always perfectly ripe and sweet here.
I had to defer on the abalone. Most mollusks give me a pray-for-death headache. I took a gamble on the urchin roe. I wasn't sure if they were mollusca or not.
Florida lobsters. I suppose they hitchded a ride with the gator.
Fugu, or blowfish. I saw lots of good cooks, prep staff, and fine chefs in the kitchen, but I didn't see anybody that looked like they had a fugu resume.
Do you see how they cut out that first vertebrae? In most animals, one can measure brain death with a stopwatch. In Crocs and Gators, you need a calendar. That's why the mouth remains taped as well.
I thought this might be python or anaconda, but I think it's the gator's tail.
One of the many kithchens.