Crawfish Dinner

So, Victor Ramdin arrives in the second blind level and greets his fellow players at our table. He immediately begins moving chips around and busts one of the underling pros and builds his stack up very quickly. His fast play and friendly demeanor appear to be recreational in nature but also at odds with each other.

In between hands he pulls his phone out to text Chau Giang because they are to meet for dinner and have crawfish. Since he is directly across the table from me I query whether or not these crawfish will be served Cajun style like in New Orleans. He says yes, that Chau knows of a place where they serve it boiled in a bag and spread it out on the table in front of you. He invites me and another player to join them for dinner- I accept.

The only problem is that the dinner break is still at least 3 hours away and there is much danger between now and then. For instance, in one hand, I am dealt AJo in middle position and am facing an early position raise by Jonathon Little. I consider calling in position and announce "I think I'll wait for the crawfish." Little appears amused but actually more closely resembles a statue wearing sunglasses.

Contrary to his amicable nature throughout the tournament thus far, Ramdin announces for some reason that he will defend his big blind against whoever raises regardless of his holding. Actually, what he says is that he will go over the top of the preflop raiser with nothing. I am UTG +4 and look down at TT. I decide to push aside the ominous threat from the big blind and decide crawfish are really messy to eat anyway. With the blinds at 100/200 + 25 ante I make it 700 to go. I think I had about 4K stack (covering Ramdin). It is folded around to Ramdin and he says, "OK..." and calls. The flop is 743cc. He checks and I bet 1,100 into the pot of 1,750. He moves all in and I call. He shows J8 of clubs for the flush draw. He air balls the turn and river and is out of the tournament.

No crawfish dinner for me...