It's one of my favourite Simpsons episodes ever - when Homer goes to the 'all you can eat' seafood buffet and they have to force him out of the door well after closing time.

It felt a little like that episode when we visited the 'Fish Tales' restaurant and bar in St Petersburg, Florida. It was 'all you can eat crawfish' night and the crowd seemed excited about it - they were ordering the delicacies by the bucketful.
 

'Fish Tales' felt so very 'Florida' to me. It was down on the water and our host Mark said sometimes you can see manatees floating past.

There were boats everywhere, half drunk men taking a motorised dinghy home, yelling raucously with their beers still in their hands.

Girls in mini skirts sauntered around the place promoting Bud Light and putting smiles on all the male customers' faces. A bearded, long-haired man was singing 'clowns to the left of me, jokers to the riiight' on a small stage, occasionally stopping to flirt with the young waitresses.
 
We asked the restaurant owner what exactly is a crawfish? He disappeared and came back holding a wriggly shellfish about 10cm long.

It looked like a shrunken lobster and he placed it on the table so it could look out at us from behind its feelers. I'm sure I saw desperation in those beady little eyes.

That was enough for me. I chose the beef option, thankful that he didn't have a live cow to bring to our table for one last moo.

Next stop: Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Orlando is the maddest.

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