A link! It's a Yelp! review. This place is about three blocks from my house. It's a monolithic white building with a little "reading room" in front.
Here's more info on their religion.
An observation! Here in the Pacific NW, there are almost no shrimp. Anything larger than cocktail shrimp (or Calabash, as we called them in SC) are called prawns. Growing up in Michigan, I had always thought prawns were something like crayfish, and would only be found in bayou country or something. Then, restaurants in Ann Arbor of a certain class (the class that puts an elegant "24" next to the blue cheese-topped, rosemary buttered Kobe sirloin; not "$24", never "$23.95") began to feature dishes with prawns. This subtle change made these cheap, fleshy, aquatic bugs seem like something that you hunt at great personal risk. I think this trend in nomenclature is referred to as Manhattanization. However, the universality of this local usage leads me to believe that it is long-standing and genuine. I had Curry Prawns from the Thai delivery place tonight.
A cute picture!
Hmm, and I thought Prawns were just a funny nomenclature for certain NSFW websites.
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"Hey dad! Look what I eight!"
OK, I tried Urban Dictionary even, but I still don't know what you're talking about...?
ReplyDeleteThe closest I got was that a prawn is a term for someone with a smoking hot body (tasty), but a head that you'd like to remove.
(channeling (Vlad, King of the Makeouts)
This reminds me of other amusink Seattle anecdote. People here take such good care of selves. When joggink, I often find myself behind luscious spandex hottie, only to find that head is of Granny Clampett from Beverly Hillbillies. Is cold splash of water, but is not refreshink.