Last year, over a decade after Fairweather Johnson was released, the Rosewood Crawfish Festival was born. What, you ask, does a crustacean-based street festival have to do with Hootie and the Blowfish’s triple-platinum sophomore album? Nothing whatsoever. Which is exactly what crawfish have to do with Rosewood. Which is exactly why it’s so brilliant.
The Bridges Family loaded up the wagon last weekend to make our second annual pilgrimage to the RCF. And a bon temp was had by all, if you know what I’m saying. There were big inflatable bouncy rooms, slides & rides, and face-painting... not to mention stuff for kids. Plenty of beer and wine was available, and musical acts included SC blues legend Drink Small and the venerable rockers Drivin' n' Cryin'. All in all, it was a very successful event with a large crowd, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have to extend it by a block or so next year to accommodate the success.
Only thing was, when I got to the front of the crawfish line, I noticed that the caterer, Grills Gone Wild, offered a barbecue sandwich for half the cost of a plate of crawfish. Let’s see - a nice smoked barbecue sandwich for $5, or something I could catch myself with a Cool Whip container for twice as much...
The sandwiches were pretty good. I’d be lyin’ if I said they were on par with Maurice’s or Hite’s or Shealy’s, but it was good for catered, festival food and it went down nicely with a vanilla shake from the Rosewood Dairy Bar. Also, it was a good alternative for folks who don’t want to pay ten bucks for a bunch of mudbugs.
At the end of the day, the ‘cue from Grills Gone Wild earned a solid thumbs up from the Bridges family, as did the Rosewood Crawfish Festival. Gervais says, I can’t wait to get my claws on some more good eating there next year.