I’d like to be … under the sea … in an octopus’ garden … in the shade. Because that would probably be a great place to kill a bunch of octopuses. And then I could bring the massacred sea monsters back to shore, where I would boil them, grill them, and eat them. And then I’d ask my friends to come see an octopus’ garden, and they would kill a whole mess of them, too. It’d be a real bloodbath. And we’d be so happy.
But that would also be really time consuming, so I’ll probably just keep heading to Story restaurant in Prairie Village to put its amazing octopus in my mouth hole.
“Octopus?” you say. “Yes, octopus,” I reply, annoyed that you’d ask such a dumbass question. It’s the best thing on Story’s menu (a damn good menu, I’d say), and one of the best octopus preparations I’ve ever had. And let me tell you, I’ve had octopus all over this stinkin’ world. In fact, I just had octopus at one of Philadelphia’s best seafood restaurants, Fish, and it couldn’t even shake a tentacle at Story’s octopus.
What makes Story’s octopus so special? Texture. Crunchy grilled exterior yielding to fork-tender meat. Firm mustard seeds and crisp asparagus with melting shallots and oozing olives. Hyperbole alert … It’s a dish I could eat every single day, for every single meal. With a fried egg for breakfast, between two slices of bread for lunch, tossed with pasta for dinner. But really, I’d prefer it just the way it is.
Octopus from Story. Put it in your mouth.