So three things:
Number one, yuck.
Number two, see number one.
Number three, did we mention that cicadas only show up every 17 years? Basing a restaurant menu on cicadas, then, seems like a flawed business model, no matter how “delicious” one purports them to be. And one shudders to think what a chef uses as a cicada substitute. ‘Cause let’s face it, when it comes to insects, the East Coast is the furthest thing from a food desert. Indeed, I suspect the kitchen of even the most upscale restaurant hosts whole pantries full of. . .shall we say, ingredients. . . for an enterprising chef.
So, y’know, enjoy your cicada frittatas all you like, if that’s your thing. But come 2022, I’d think twice before chowing down on that Brood X Burger.
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