Finding decent seafood, like really good seafood you can trust, sometimes feels like a whole job in itself. You ask around, you check places out, sometimes you score, sometimes you don’t.
Someone brought up Great Seafood Harbor over in Artesia the other day. It just clicked something in my memory, took me back a few years.
That One Family Thing
See, my sister was coming into town, the whole family was getting together, a rare occasion. And somehow, I got put in charge of the main course – seafood. Big pressure, right? Everyone’s got opinions. My uncle wants crab, my cousins are picky, needed something impressive but not insanely expensive. Started my hunt.
- Checked the usual supermarkets. Nah, looked kinda sad.
- Drove to a couple of specialty fish markets further out. Better, but crazy prices.
- Called a few spots, got vague answers.
I was driving down Pioneer Boulevard, pretty stressed, probably stuck in that usual Artesia traffic near the temple. Just feeling the clock tick down. Then I remembered this place, Great Seafood Harbor. I think I’d driven past it a million times but never actually stopped. Maybe someone mentioned it once? Can’t recall who.
So, I decided, okay, let’s check it out. Pulled over, parked. Walked up. It was busy, lots of people coming and going. Looked like they had a decent selection, tanks bubbling away, the usual seafood place setup. Felt promising for a second.
But then, I got this call. Change of plans. My sister’s flight got delayed, massively. The big dinner was off, postponed indefinitely. All that running around, the stress about finding the perfect crab or fish… suddenly pointless. Typical, right?
So, I never actually bought anything from Great Seafood Harbor that day. Just stood there for a minute, watched the lobsters in the tank, and then walked back to my car. Felt kinda deflated.
Funny thing is, I never did make it back there. We ended up doing a simple barbecue when my sister finally arrived days later. But that specific spot, Great Seafood Harbor, it’s stuck in my head. Not because of the food I ate, but because of that whole chaotic day of trying to make a plan work, the frantic search, the sudden stop. It just represents one of those days where you run around like crazy and end up right back where you started, you know?
So yeah, that’s my Great Seafood Harbor story. Not about a great meal, but about the chase. Sometimes the memory of the attempt is stronger than the actual thing.
