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Bea's of Bloomsbury's Crawfish Boil

Ever since I travelled for a month with a Texan, I've dreamt of trying deep fried turkey (yep, apparently there are fryers deep enough to fit a whole thanksgiving turkey), a turducken (a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken), and a crawfish boil.

Yesterday, one of those dreams came true.

Tucked away under a railway arch off not far from Tower Bridge, every Thursday for the next month, Bea's of Bloomsbury is holding a crawfish boil. 

By 7:30pm the place was rammed, every spare bit of table taken up with dipping sauces, jugs of margaritas, hot out of the oven slabs of garlic bread, and deep dishes full of spicy crawfish, corn on the cob, potatoes and tasty sausage. 

These phone pics don't really do the glory justice - but with bibs on, industrial rolls of paper towel at the ready, and nothing but our hands to peel crawfish and shovel delicious morsels of goodness into our mouths, fishing my camera out of my handbag was not an option.

The cajun butter dipping sauce was ridiculously good. I'm going to have to make that bad boy at home somehow. 

Squeezed elbow to elbow on our benches, we got through four big serves of boil between the five of us. Personally, I think we could have gone for more, but our fingers were getting a little sore from all the peeling.

And when we were done, we got to finish off with the most real strawberry ice block (ice lolly for you British folk, and popsicles for you Canadians) I've had the pleasure of, er, sucking. 

I loved the whole rustic, casual vibe - plus how can you go past any eating experience that warns you to wear clothes that "you may need to burn in shame afterwards"?! Book your spot here - you won't regret it!