A table holding a very kissable cod greeted attendees on arrival. Anyone wishing to Kiss the Cod and get Screeched in (two Newfoundland traditions bestowed on tourists more for a laugh than anything) could do so at their own peril. A few brave souls puckered up that night. I was not one of them.
I did however, slurp back a plate of delectable oysters, courtesy of Fin’s Seafood in Sherwood Park.
Boot-stompin’, fiddle-burnin’, Screech-swillin’ music was coming from a four-man band in the corner while the bing-bong bells of VLTs clamoured in another.
Buckets of mussels kept the party-goers happy for the first couple of hours until the lobsters made their way in great steaming droves to the buffet table overflowing with salads and side dishes.
It was a feast fit for kings and dads and anyone else starved for lobster in our landlocked province.