Red Crab, Dead Crab.
Apologies for the break in transmission, where were we...ah yes - MyTW has finally arrived. In the first week she's been to a BBQ, seen the Opera House, played cricket in the park, decided that VB tastes like shit, and is generally on her way to becoming a happy, settled, aussie girl.
The other night I took her out to a local seafood cafe that was advertising live mudcrabs cooked in chilli and garlic, which she happily devoured.
There was a (very) brief moment of karma-inducing fear when she realised that the crab really had been alive just 10 minutes earlier, as that day was a Buddhist holiday in Thailand. It was most amusing watching her sob and say sorry to the crab while alternately sucking the juice from its claws.
But all's well that ends well (the crab may have had something to say about that) - that is, until I got the bill:
1 Chilli Mud Crab
"A hundred bucks?" I asked. In my most nonchalant voice I continued. "By the way, how much was the crab?"
"$65" said the cashier.
"fuck me!" I said, probably a little too loud for the other patrons as the cashier pursed her lips disapprovingly in the shape of a cats arse.
We won't be going back there in a hurry. Perhaps I should start my own thai restaurant instead.
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