Crawfish the Draw at My Tho

Crawfish in a Vietnamese restaurant? That’s the attraction at My Tho next to Pho 75 in South Philadelphia. Adam Erace gleefully sucks ’em down.

I sat there, prying open crawfish after crawfish, bundling them with the pho accessories in the velvety lettuce leaves between sips of electric salted lemonade. It was slow going at first, but after a dozen or so, I mowed through them as if they were pistachios. Soon, my nails were caked with Cajun spices, thumbs pierced with shell shrapnel. But I was so damn pleased, I didn’t even notice the noisy dancers overhead or my noodle soup growing cold.

Craw Deal [City Paper]