The crab harvest started last week and it is crab season around the San Francisco Bay. My favorite neighborhood seafood restaurant Woodhouse Fish Co. hosted a whole-crab special this week. I was so excited and managed to get in for the final night. Ever since I was a kid I have loved crab legs, despite my less-than-ninja-like skills in cracking open the crustaceans themselves. Open season makes me downright giddy.
But I had never done the whole bib and full crab dining experience. You certainly have to work for your meat (word) but it is so much fun and absolutely worth the effort.
The crab was blissfully tender and delicious. Woodhouse has to work on their sides though—the potatoes and greens were thimble-sized and tasteless, and the garlic bread could only be cut apart by a stone mason. Otherwise, a definite quality evening of crabby goodness, with good company of not-crabby goodness.
Yay for crab season!
Even if it makes us all titter at the signage like teenage boys.
Oh for fuck's sake.
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