Bluewater Grill – Phoenix, Arizona
Rodney Dangerfield, the legendary king of “no respect” comedy, had some hilarious and classic one-liners about seafood and fish. For example, he lamented that “Some seafood restaurants lack originality and have the same signs. These signs often say, ‘The fish you eat today slept last night in some bay.’ When ordering fish, the only concern is how it is prepared. Where the fish slept or who it slept with makes no difference. A fish might taste better if it was morally bad.” Long-suffering readers have endured ad-nauseum missives about me having grown up in land-locked New Mexico before advances in transportation and refrigeration made fresh seafood available to the masses. We didn’t even have Rodney Dangerfield’s “morally bad” fish. For me and my siblings, “seafood” was Mrs. Paul’s fish sticks and Gorton’s breaded shrimp. Sure, my dad and Grandpa Max introduced me and my brothers to Northern New Mexican rivers teeming with German brown trout, cutthroat trout and rainbow trout, but that hardly qualifies as “seafood.” Worse, the one of us who caught the least amount of fish had to clean everyone else’s fish. Almost invariably that was me. Obviously, the Duke City and landlocked New Mexico are at a disadvantage…
