pacific seafood

Feb 3, 2011

Something Asian.  Something seafoodish. Something buffet-ish. That's what Mike wanted for his celebratory dinner.  Now he's two years away from turning "over the hill".  Since I'm close myself, there's been more notice-taking of how the 40's offers youthful hope.  It may not need to be such a dreaded milestone after all.....er...um....we hope.  Ha!

Phoenix's Pacific Seafood Buffet looked promising with over a hundred different offered items.  What was interesting was the limited indulgence of crab....both steamed and fried.  The steamed ones disappeared even faster creating a competitive line.  What an odd sprint moment to be in it with very young orientals with adrenaline to get our tab's fair share.  The steamed meat was so much easier to pull out of the shell than the fried meat.  [A point taken for future maw shoving].  The fried meat was that stubbornly attached to the shell.  This hardly seemed to be the "appropriate" setting to be shoving any kind of food up into my maw with greased fingers as a result.  Until today, I'd never been to a seafood buffet restaurant where steamed crab was so limited.  We were there 1 1/2 hours taking our gormandizing time and it was only ever replenished two....maybe three times.  That was the only disappointment.

Unlike Mike, I discovered that no matter how flavorful the seasoning, octopus will never be any level of affinity. Bleh......

This was the second or third day I was experiencing the affects of not having been on any green food supplement for over three months.  So, not only was the fatigue at it's highest, but it was accompanied by headaches that didn't want to go away.  I found myself pining for some bowen works and/or the energy to use the tension releasing magic balls I'd purchased at Costco days prior.  However, it took three mores days of the unpleasantries to make the connection.  Of course, within just a few hours of having gotten some of the berry green down the feeling of pounding head compression was almost entirely gone after the Super Bowl party. 

The deserts were just as unimpressive as that of any other buffet restaurant.