Living on the East Coast, I'm treated to two incredible things we sure didn't have growing up in the Midwest... lobster rolls and crab boils. Oh the indulgence. I admit to treating myself to far too many lobster rolls but crab boils are special occasions saved for a hot night in the summer. Last year we did Back Forty and this year I've got The Mermaid Inn.
My partner-in-crime, Amanda, had already feasted on the crab boil a few weeks ago so she traded in the mallet for a dish that actually required a fork. While I went to town on this feast...
There was a girl at the table next to us who saw my meal and then ordered the same thing. We have a hunch that she just wanted to play with the mallet. I don't blame her... how often do you get to wham bam your food?
The meal concluded with Amanda watching me slooooowly pull apart crabs for an hour and of course, The Mermaid's fundamental fortune fish. It told me that I was in love. I think it was picking up the deep adoration I was feeling for summers in the city.