Joe Jacks Fish Shack Famous Seafood Chowder
Puerto Vallarta on a perfect evening, temperature is just right and the sun is setting. I've been at the beach all day with my mother, uncle, and aunt. The family let me decide where to eat for dinner and I chose Joe Jacks Fish Shack because I'd eaten there the day before and thought that the Famous Seafood Chowder was perhaps the best soup I'd ever eaten. Octopus, fish, and shrimp combined with a soft potato base and a sunset of tomato and pepper and topped off with two slivers of radish and a sprig of cilantro made this perhaps the best soup to ever grace my salivary glands. I was anticipating this soup in a way that makes one hungry for the entire day because nothing can satisfy the stomach which doesn't lend itself to compete with such a chowder.
At the restaurant my uncle started to feel ill. He ordered a Diet Coke and started to act a little strange -- sort of in the way that one would act if they were having a heart attack. My mother started to scream -- you are a diabetic you need to eat something. My aunt started to ask over and over, what is going on, can we go? I was translating to the waiter to bring food fast. People started to look at us and then, like the sound of timber crashing to the ground, a stream of vomit protruded from his lips. He filled the table and the bowls on the table. My aunt escorted him out. Mother and I stayed at the table not sure about what to do -- we thought my uncle probably wanted to be alone but yet everyone in the restaurant was staring at us and the soup was on its way out of the kitchen.
We decided to stay and enjoy the soup, which was well worth feeling embarrassed for sitting there after the puke episode.
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At the restaurant my uncle started to feel ill. He ordered a Diet Coke and started to act a little strange -- sort of in the way that one would act if they were having a heart attack. My mother started to scream -- you are a diabetic you need to eat something. My aunt started to ask over and over, what is going on, can we go? I was translating to the waiter to bring food fast. People started to look at us and then, like the sound of timber crashing to the ground, a stream of vomit protruded from his lips. He filled the table and the bowls on the table. My aunt escorted him out. Mother and I stayed at the table not sure about what to do -- we thought my uncle probably wanted to be alone but yet everyone in the restaurant was staring at us and the soup was on its way out of the kitchen.
We decided to stay and enjoy the soup, which was well worth feeling embarrassed for sitting there after the puke episode.
http://www.joejacks-fishshack.com/menus.html
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