Friday, my daughter and I stopped into Chuck’s for the first time since we moved here. Chuck greeted us and seated us, asking our names and whether we’d been in before. Bold, and friendly, he asked my daughter if she’d ever seen a crawdad. Her eyes grew huge as his fingers imitated the little creatures, and he described his incoming delivery as hundreds of little bugs. He was hoping it would arrive while were there so he could show her. The crawdads were coming direct from New Orleans, and he paced in waiting the whole time we were there.
When he delivered our order to the table, he had thrown in a few extra pieces of fish to my daughter’s plate. I’m no food critic, but something about that day, the atmosphere, the company, made it the best fish and chips I’d ever had. As we left, Chuck encouraged us to come back, remembering our names and sending us off with a hearty goodbye and apologies for not being able to share the crawdad bugs.