Sometimes you want to break away from the norm. Sometimes you want to go somewhere where everyone knows your name. Sometimes you want to experience something that you have never experienced before. Sometimes that something is frog legs. Well not just delicious golden brown, deep fried frog legs but fresh, delicious seafood in general. When you’re the God of Thunder, you can go anywhere in the known universe but why go to Jotunheim to eat popsicles with the Frost Giants or play miniature golf with the Dwarves of Nidavellir when you could eat seafood beside of the extremely photogenic Northeast Cape Fear River while watching hummingbirds drink sugary water from feeders hung at precise locations on the outside of your eating establishment? That’s right, you wouldn’t. You would travel to Burgaw, NC to eat delicious seafood.
The God of Thunder needs a break from time to time. And sometimes the breaks that he needs is from the hustle and bustle of his busy and sometimes chaotic life. Someone on one of his last trips to Eastern North Carolina told him about some of the best seafood that they had ever had being right down the road. At that point, Thor had to get back to Asgard (and Iron Man said that he was trying to watch his fried food intake) so the seafood trip was saved for another day. But luckily for him that day was today. Thor entered the rustic establishment and made his order at wooden tables with old fashioned ladder back chairs. He had to have a delicious bowl of spicy catfish stew with a plate of frog legs, cajun spiced fried catfish, big pile of sea scallops piled upon a mountain of crinkle cut french fries. As he dipped his last hushpuppy in butter and drank the last sip of his southernly delicious sweet tea, he walked past through the eclectically decorated restaurant past the stuffed grizzly bear and again joined the outside world. He held his hammer into the sky as he called for Heimdall to bring him back home to Asgard. Heimdall’s only issue was that he realized that Thor had forgotten to bring him a cup of clam chowder. There is always next time Heimdall…always next time.