Likely not your intention but that brought up a "fond" memory of mine if you can believe it.
A number of years ago I found myself dining in the Officer's club in the Newport Naval Base. Not that there was anything particularly "fancy" about the location just that my previous life didn't involve invitations to Officer's clubs (from what I know now, not many of 'em exist these days, at least not like they used to).
Anyway- long story short I was doing a work thing again at that location and was invited to the Officer's club for their (weekly I believe) seafood boil). It wasn't my 1st trip to Newport or my 1st visit to the officer's club but this was one of the first "events" I was expected to participate in for work.
It's no state secret- one can easily google what the location looks like...
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So I find myself there again and this time for a seafood boil so some more images of such activity from the same location...
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So all that to say- it was a 'nice' location, with a 'classy' spread, designed to attract 'cultured' diners. And then your old friend LuckyDuck rolls in dressed well & on his most professional behavior. It's a beautiful gathering with good plates and cloth napkins and I remember thinking at the time that I just might be turning a corner in my career that I'm now finding myself in these situations and I'm feeling pretty good about that.
Well I start into breaking up the lobster claws delicately presented in front of me and low & behold I cut the ever living shit out of my hand with the shell. It was an absolute mess. Think arterial bleeding all over my plate, all over the cloth napkins & tablecloth... a trail of blood all the way across the hardwood floors you see in the first picture. It was just blood every freakin where. And in classic LD fashion, right at the beginning of this evening so not to gain any professional benefits from it.
I cut myself deep enough with that initial lobster claw that I likely should have needed stitches but after bleeding through a few cloth napkins I ended up butterfly stitching my hand back together and bandaging the shit out of it (replacing it daily) for the rest of my time there in Newport. So much for professional development.
But yeah- that was my first and last seafood boil experience.
-LD