So I was the only one who I thought lived in a constant Seinfeld episode.

Until yesterday.

We were at my celebratory luncheon yesterday, with a few of my guys around, and we were chatting about (what else?) food.  One of the guys got to talking about crawfish (which I can TOTALLY get in on), and one of the other guys brought up lobsters.  “Mmmm,” I said, “.. looobster.”

“I don’t eat lobster anymore,” he said.  I found this outrageous.  Thought ole Mary Tyler Moore and her activism had taken another lobster lover to PETA.  Well, I thought.. more lobster for me.

But I still asked.  “Why?”

And he told this story that even I couldn’t believe.

While visiting in Daytona for a business trip, he was taken a hoity-toity restaraunt.  Everyone was raving about the live Maine lobster there, so that’s what he chose as well.  As I’ve seen done, they brought him the live lobster to see if he approved.  This kinda weirded him out, so without even really inspecting the bug, he said, “Sure, just get it away from me.”

Once he approved the lobster, the server then ripped the tail off of the lobster (at the table!!) and plopped the writhing abdomen next to his plate.  He then left with the tail for it to be cooked.

So all around this table of 12 or so people, there are writhing half-lobsters.  Wiggling.  Dying.

He said it was the most surreal thing he’d ever seen.  And when they finally brought the cooked entree, the lobster was STILL moving.  It severely weirded him out.

And quite honestly, it was one of the more surreal things I’d ever HEARD.  And as much as I love seafood, it may have cured me of my addiction as well.