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For Marika: “In the midnight hour, she cried ‘More, more, more,’ eh?”
*runs*
“Aquarium Restaurant”
You mean, you get to pick out your eel before you eat it?!?
Texans are strange. Although, in most mainline supermarkets in New England, you can pick your own live lobster out of the lobster tank. 🙂
But that’s traditional and not weird at all.
No, I don’t think they serve the aquarium fish. However, we used to eat at a steak restaurant located on a cattle farm (and I call it a farm, not a ranch, because the owners did), and the windows overlooked cows in the pasture. I really didn’t enjoy it.
You were pronouncing that “moray, moray, moray,” right? =)
There’s a good appetite suppressant!
The next time you are in Houston, we’ll take you and see if that works. 😉
That’s kind acreepy… in a cool sorta way.
I know. Eels are scary–yet they kind of look like they’re grinning, too.
No — that’s WAY creepy!
20 Leagues Under the Sea — The Restaurant?
LOL They have an Aquarium Restaurant in Nashville, but I have never been.
There’s one at the Kemah Aquarium too that looks exactly like that.
I’m so glad you know these places, too. We first went to the Kemah Aquarium many years ago when my friends Jim and Steve were here from CA, and Tim surprised me by showing up from NYC. Steve and Tom did the Space Center and met the rest of us at the restaurant. We had such a good time that night that after the Aquarium opened here, it became one of the places we like to take anyone from out of town. It’s not for the food–it’s for those amazing aquariums. The sharks! The eels! And gorgeous fish.
I have ALSO bravely ridden the Ferris wheels in both locations. The Houston one is a little more unnerving because it vibrates from the traffic on I-45. Eek!
The first time I went to the Aquarium restaurant in Kemah, I was standing downstairs near the hostess station looking up the giant tube-o-fish. I was so enamored by the aquatic goodness, I didn’t seen the gargantuan eel making it’s way into my line of sight until we were face to face. I nearly soiled myself it scared me so bad.
Every time I go, I always say I’m not going back. The food is not very good but for some reason (ambience?) I keep returning.
I’ve also ridden the Ferris Wheel in downtown and was too awestruck at seeing over the freeway to worry about the vibration. lol
I have to say that when I go to a restaurant I don’t
want to see anything that looks like it wants to eat ME!
I get that. I think the reason I like looking at all those killers of the sea is because there’s no way in hell I’m going in any water that doesn’t have a lovely cement or tile bottom, with water that’s as clear as what I drink with a lovely chlorine scent, and nothing weird swimming with me except the occasional kid who pees in the pool.
Cool colors. (Although that dead-looking eye is giving me the creeps!)
It’s like a clown’s eye, isn’t it?
How would I know? My eyes are always closed!
Thomas Harris made pretty good use of an eel in a tank in various scenes in his novel Hannibal.
I’m closing my eyes, sticking my fingers in my ears, and singing, “La la la la la la.”
Yeah, it’s probably better you don’t know the details! 😀
Well, somebody beat me to my question of whether you got to pick out your dinner:
“I’ll take that one, the one that looks like Nemo!”
There was a short-lived but uber-trendy nightclub several years ago in Louisville with a see-through glass floor, and underneath were various reptiles and amphibians. That would be creepy.
I think I understand the “short-lived” part. ::Shudder::
If I ever break my vow of never knowingly entering a Fertitta place of business, I will call this eel Murray the Jewish Eel. Of course, I don’t think eels are kosher. Hmm…Murray the Self-Hating Eel.
On the plus side, you can see these just by walking inside, where the host takes guests’ info for seating. You never have to actually go upstairs to the restaurant, although they have great aquariums there.
What doesn’t that man own?!
Every time I turn around, I find out he owns something else I thought was original.
I know! I’ve kind of hated the guy since he bought everything on the Kemah Boardwalk and turned The Flying Dutchman into just another Willie G’s/Landry’s. One of which is also on the Boardwalk, so it’s not like we needed another one.