I have never eaten alligator. While trying a unique
food for the first time would usually be reserved for a “Tasty Tuesday” in my
“I have never...” year, I decided I would make an exception to that rule this
evening to join my Sister, Sam, and her family for one of their family
favorites, dinner at Crawfish Junction in Milford, Wisconsin. This decision was
largely a result of two things. First, I have always been curious about
alligator meat, and Crawfish Junction was the only restaurant in close
proximity to my home that served the meal. Second, as unbelievable as it may
seem, I have never simply gone out with my Sister and her family alone. Sure,
we have eaten together at broader family events, but we never set aside time to
simply meet up as brother and sister and spend some time together with her, my
brother in-law, my niece, and my nephew. It was a fact I was somewhat ashamed
to discover, and given my efforts to try to be more involved with my family as
a part of my “I have never...” year, I wanted to make sure I made time for such
an event. As a result, I cleared off some time in my calendar and made plans to
join my Sister and her family this evening to tackle another new experience in
my 365 day journey.
After wrapping up my workday today, I quickly
headed home to pick up Rachael and start the trip to Milford Junction. Luckily,
a break in the persistent winter weather that has been gripping our area made
for a relatively short trip. As approached the restaurant I was surprised to
find our path winding through largely vacant county highways with little sign
of any centralized community. All initial appearance seemed to indicate we
would find a sleepy, quiet location at the end of our journey, which made me briefly
question the likelihood of the restaurant having the alligator meat I sought.
Regardless, we pressed on knowing my Sister wouldn’t have recommended the
location if it didn’t have something special to offer.
A Wisconsin kind of place... |
Coming into the last bend of our journey, Rachael
and I crossed over a river to find rows of cars occupying every open space
along the road. Stunned by the sudden appearance of so many vehicles, we
continued down the road slowly until our eyes caught the glow of a lively
establishment tucked among a half of a dozen darkened buildings. A dimly lit
wooden sign reading “Crawfish Junction” adorned the top of the location showing
the only signs of life, which made it obvious all of the vehicles lining the
road around us were there because of the restaurant. “Wow... Popular place,
huh?” I said as we drove past the building in pursuit of a place to park.
Rachael sat silent for a moment as she looked over the crowd of parked vehicles
continuing down the edges of the road. “Yeah, this is crazy,” she said,
breaking her silence as I turned the car back to make another pass.
Eventually, our second trip past Crawfish Junction
resulted in us finding a parking spot very near the bridge that had led us to
the location. Eager to get inside and learn what gave the location such broad
appeal, Rachael and I promptly exited the car and found our way to the
restaurant entrance. Once inside, we were greeted by a bustling, boisterous
crowd of patrons occupying nearly every inch of space in the building. Chatter
and laughter between sips from drinks and bites of food flowed freely from the
people around us as we found our way through the crowd and toward the familiar
sight of my Sister and her family. Stationed at a small bar near the back of
the building, the group was quick to greet us when Rachael and I squeezed our
way back to their location. At the sight of us my Sister leaned back on her
stool with a beaming smile and yelled over the crowd, “Welcome to Crawfish
Junction!” It was apparent from her remark the throngs of people around us were
nothing new to her, but, to me, the mass of people that seemingly came from
nowhere was absolutely stunning.
Here we go... |
Our group made some light conversation as we waited
for a table in the restaurant’s dining room to clear for our meal. Despite the
substantial crowd, we found ourselves being guided to a table within minutes of
our arrival. After winding through the quirky layout of the building and
climbing some stairs to the dining room we quickly settled in at our table. As we prepared for our evening meal we looked over the menu and chatted a bit about the unique variety of entrées offered by the restaurant. It had only been minutes into our time at Crawfish
Junction, but it was already obvious the night would offer plenty of
experiences worth remembering.
Our group was quick to place our orders after
arriving at our table, which led us into conversation and storytelling about
the happenings in our lives. Although I was excited about the forthcoming
experience eating the alligator tail I had ordered just moments earlier, I was
simply happy at the time I had to spend with my Sister and her family. The
opportunity gave us plenty of time to get caught up on life events, to talk
about my niece and nephew’s academic and athletic endeavors, and to have plenty
of laughs about some of our recent experiences. Those moments made it easy to
see that spending time with my Sister and her family was far too infrequent, but
I was happy to be spending those moments in their company. It was fun, and it
was warming, which made it easy to decide there was no better way to spend a
Friday night.
Fried gator |
After a brief wait our server returned with our
food and set down a plate of golden, fried nuggets of meat in front of me. At
first glance, the entrée appeared no different than any order of popcorn
chicken I had ever seen, but as I split one of the pieces I took note of the
segmented, somewhat pliable texture of the off-white meat. It was clear I was
looking at something uncommon and previously unfamiliar in my life; alligator
meat. Despite the foreign nature of the food in front of me, the usual
deep-fried crispiness that encased the alligator meat made it easy to dive into
the meal. After popping open the lid of a “zippy alligator sauce” that had
accompanied the meal, I stabbed a piece of the meat with my fork and dropped it
into my mouth. Amid the familiar, mouth-watering taste of fried food and unique
blend of tastes rolled over my tongue. The alligator meat separated easily in
my mouth, revealing a taste somewhere between chicken and rich turkey and a
texture somewhat similar to steak. Stated plainly, the alligator meat was
delicious and indulgent. It was better than I ever anticipated it would be
which made it easy to take down the rest of the meal.
As we wrapped up our dinner, I looked down to my
empty plate and leaned back in my chair. Full to the brim, I knew I had eaten
more than I should have, but the alligator was so delicious I couldn’t convince
myself to stop. Acknowledging my movements, Sam turned her head my direction and
smiled. “What did you think?” she asked with a bright, inquisitive tone. “...So
good,” I muttered looking across the table, “It was great. I never expected it
to be so good.” My Brother-in-law chuckled a bit at my remark, “Well, there’s a
reason we come here,” he said with a smile. Given my experience and Rachael’s
empty plate, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Was it good? The plate says it all... |
A short while later, we brought our evening at Crawfish junction to a close and headed for the door. After saying our goodbyes for the evening, Rachael and I headed to our car with my nephew, Micah, who was staying in Madison for the weekend. On our drive home, I thought about tonight’s experience with alligator and how it compared to other experiences in my “I have never...” year. While it was easy to classify alligator as one of my favorite new foods from my year of new experiences, I quickly realized the time Rachael and I spent with my Sister and her family was truly what made the evening a special and memorable event. Frankly, such an experience was long overdue, and there is a lot to be said about the joy that comes with spending a little quality time with loved ones. Tonight was a good night, and finding a tasty new food only played a small part in that outcome.
The dinner crew |
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