My favorite variety of boldness is calamari. And my favorite bits of calamari are the ones that actually look like a small octopus. I can count the tentacles. They’re like tangled balls of yarn.
Seems like it should creep me out, make me want to become a vegetarian, but it doesn’t.
Except one time it did.
When we were in California, we ate at a marina one evening, and naturally I ordered the calamari that is my favorite boldness. I should have taken the first clue from the menu: they were called Calamari Fingers. And they weren’t kidding. Those were the meatiest little creepy creepers. I felt like I was chewing erasers.
Turns out, I guess I’m a fan of inland calamari, which is mostly fried bits of goodness.
But otherwise, calamari takes the cake. Or the marinara.