When I was growing up in Washington I loved your clam chowder. I remember going to your restaurant a few times and always enjoying the food.
I always got the chowder and some kind of fish and chip basket. You were one of my favorite restaurants.
When I was at home I also enjoyed making shrimp sauteed with butter and serving it over rice. It was delicious.
But you had to go and ruin it for me.
I know that you thought that having commercials showing live shrimp running across the t.v. with the song "Nowhere to run" was a great ad campaign. You had them play the commercial enough so it must have been a big success.
What you might not have thought about is the fact that the shrimp looked eerily like cockroaches scuttling across the floor and the antennae of the live shrimp with their beady black eyes disgusted me enough that even 15 years later I cannot eat shrimp or any other recognizable shellfish.
Every year at work we have a huge holiday feast. One of the highlights is the ice sculpture that is overflowing with shrimp with bowls of cocktail sauce to dip them in.
One year I decided to try a shrimp and I chewed it three times and had to spit it out when I felt the bile coming up the back of my throat.
You want to know why I almost chuffed? Because that damn commercial kept playing itself over and over in my head and that alone makes me want to spew all over one of your anchor signs.
So thank you Skipper's Seafood n' Chowder House for grossing me out to the point where I can't eat lobster, crab, shrimp or oysters.
I hope that marketing ploy worked well for you.
P.S. I still like your chowder though. I pick out the clams.