The Time I Ate Gator

I spent the weekend in Jacksonville, Florida where I was taken to Clark’s Fish Camp.

There is nothing I love more than kitsch and Clark’s is rumored to have the largest private collection of taxidermy in the nation.  I was in heaven upon walking in the door.  
I could have eaten yak, crocodile, llama…even python.  There were choices to be made. Fried. Or chargrilled.  Did I prefer gator tail, toe, or rib?
I settled on gator tail.  It tasted a lot like chicken.  
I enjoyed eating it amidst the twinkling lights underneath a canopy of stuffed animal skin.
I was not kidding.

I really was not kidding.

Fried gator tail.

This one time, in Jacksonville, I ate your friend.  


7 thoughts on “The Time I Ate Gator

  1. I had gator in Florida as a kid. You're right – it tasted like chicken, but mine was incredibly chewy. I want to go there and try some other animals and try to not be scared to death of the stuffed animals.


  2. Oh. My. I think I could actually eat Gator. Fried up it actually looked tasty! I like these posts; it reminds that there are people in this world who are very, very different than me (not you…I mean the stuffed elk photo :).


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