tarantula tempura

There’s a table of sixteen:

The roulade of wild boar and açaí is already on the slates, the yuzu-confit crocodile is being laid down and topped with perfect quenelles of bullfrog & wild eucalyptus mousse and tarantula tempura are being carefully scattered across the bed of smoked bamboo shoots. At this precise moment the forest caterpillar and manzanilla jus should appear at your left elbow… but… the chef responsible is nowhere to be found.

Naw. He’s jes’ pullin’ yer leg.