Fishie

Went to RedBones today with the same friend I went to see the glass flowers with a couple of weeks ago. It further confirmed to me that I just don't like the foods of the South.

I ordered their catfish sandwich. It came with dirty rice and coleslaw and was on a mammoth bun. My problem with catfish (although I don't have this issue with the catfish I buy at the grocery store; theirs must be the special Yankee version) is that it's kinda juicy, and the juice it exudes tastes like how I imagine getting a big swallow of slow-movin' slippery-slidy stagnatin' Southern river water might taste. It tastes funky. Kind of dank. Vaguely musty and, dare I say it, sexual, but in a really dirty, base, animal sort of way.

It feels like I am Eating Something I Shouldn't.

I also had a bite of a sausage off my friend's bbq platter. It looked like a fat turd laid by a large hound dog and didn't taste much better.