Fishermen’s Grotto #9 on Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. You lured us in with your napkin-bedecked waiters and fresh crab cooked by the curb. We were fools. Really.
Shrimp cocktail is what I had for lunch. Tiny bay shrimp in a cup. That’s it. No chopped celery or cucumbers, no garnish. Just shrimp and sauce and two wedges of lemon. I think this cost me like $17. My dad had their fish and chips which were completely mediocre and my mom and sister shared a Creole shrimp and rice dish which looked like my shrimp cocktail, mixed with cocktail sauce dumped over maggot-looking rice. BARF BARF BARF.
TOURIST TRAP and it sucks that we were so gullible. Should’ve eaten at Boudin.