Live is as fresh as it gets

Last night, while out to a Japanese restaurant with Nate and "Mr. S", I was presented (by a visit from the chef) with a live shrimp. Within seconds, "Mr. S" ate his, leaving me to stare upon the still-writhing critter before me. I'm not sure what it was - the beer, the good company, the worry of offending a cultural tradition, whatever - I took it in both hands, and ate it's middle in one bite. It's the next morning now, and I'm still in shock.