Krawfish Time !!! A Delicious Identity Crisis
Some things in life seem to have no rhyme or reason. There are just intangibles that defy logic or all mainstream thought. There are incidences in this world that are completely unexplainable to the rational man, things like a restaurant called Krawfish Time!!!
Bo and I decided to drive until we saw something we had never heard of, something weird, something us. We have been keeping it West so we thought for this adventure we shall go South of Shaw and East of Blackstone and everything else was up in the air. We drove down First and when Bo was pointing out “The Train Depot” we saw something next door, something different: Krawfish Time!!!.
We pulled in to get a closer look. We didn’t know what to expect. The old sign for the previous restaurant “Bamboo Sticks” still dawned the front as well as other oddities like: “Fresh Bake Bread Daily,” “Hamburgers and More”, “Seafood”, and “Sports Bar with Cold Beer.” Even on the outside nothing seemed to match or have any semblance at all. We had to walk inside.
Were we walking into a Louisiana fish fry, a sports bar, a burger joint? Then you walk in and it hits you, it is all these things…but VIETNAMESSE. When you walk in there are the makings of a low budget sports bar. Two flat screen TVs, some jerseys on the wall from Elway, Lott, and Mathews. There are a few Bulldog and 49er posters on the wall as well as (unexplainably) a huge Tennessee Titans poster behind the counter.
Then when you walk up to one of the two counters there is just a sandwich menu, with what looked like cheap Vietnamese style sandwiches. They also had a dry erase board with a few different types of fish with their “Market Price.” They had a special that was fried crawfish. They also had a glossy paper menu, with a bevy of items that were seafood related and a kids menu that included pizza. The paper menu was filled with sections called things like “The Bizness” and a spice meter which culminates in the ever so spicy: “Burn Yo Bootay!”. Next to the main counter was a lot of Asian brand crackers, cookies, and confections. They had American gum by the register and a pastry case with about six items inside from Mochi filled sesame balls to rice crispy treats. This place made no sense, it was weird, and yes we had to try it.
The older woman at the counter was sweet and when we found out we couldn’t understand each other after five minutes she got a young guy from the back to help. We ordered two Vietnamese Sandwiches, a “classic?” and a pulled pork. They were roughly 4 dollars each but there were three different prices posted around the store so it was hard to tell. We also got the special of the day, The Crawdad Bowl ($5.99), which was the only place you could find Crawfish at Krawfish Time.
The food came out with some ice waters. Vietnamese sandwiches are delicious things. They are a mix of French and Vietnamese from the days when Vietnam was called French Indochina. They consist of hot fresh French bread stuffed with with either French or Vietnamese meat products and Asian Veggies and sauces. They are amazing. These in particular were large and tasty. The pulled pork was succulent; it was packed in warm flakey fresh baked French bread and covered in fresh cilantro, lettuce, daikon radish, peppers and more. It was a master piece. The Classic on the other hand was a little hard to swallow for me. The bread and vegetables made it delicious but the meat was different. One was a cured ham with the constancy of raw bacon and the color of Chinese BBQ Pork. The other was a porous white meat that may have been made out of god knows what but was recognizable from the cheap delis of France, possibly the culmination of pressed organ meats (UPDATE: I heard from a Vietnamese friend it was most likely Head Cheese). Either way, they had lots of other options such as BBQ Chicken, grilled meat options amongst others. If you have never tried a Vietnamese sandwich, I recommend it.
It also came with fried (not battered) crawfish tail meat. Has anyone had crawfish ? I have only had it twice before this and neither time was I impressed. This time was no exception. They weren’t bad but I prefer shrimp. Maybe I just keep expecting baby lobster tails in every bite. They weren’t bad but I guess I just don’t get it yet.
So that's it. This place was bizarre. They had an identity crisis of epic proportions. sports bar, seafood joint, sandwich shop, Vietnamese bakery and corner store? Who knows? All I know is that, that was a really amazing four dollar pulled pork sandwich and I left baffled and amused. Go to Krawfish Time, go seek adventure, take off the Dockers and don’t go to Subway this time, experience it and be merry, get weird; after all you will be Dead in 60 Years.