Originally posted by Michael Hoffman
My grandson loved calamari -- until the first night he had to clean all the squid for a special at the restaurant where he was working.
When I ordered calamari in a local Greek owned restaurant, I asked the waitress if it was fresh, she rolled her eyes, and said yes. I asked because the last place I had calamari, it arrived all uniform in size, like so many breaded gaskets, which was what it tasted like. It was ground squid pooted into a tube form, cut like rubber bands, breaded and frozen, simply awful.
Back in the Greek owned restaurant, I shared my fresh calamari with my then seven year old daughter, who absolutely loved it. The next time we went there I made the mistake of asking her if she wanted the fried squid again....
It was six years before she had it again.