An afternoon with the boyfriend started off no different than any other. We were sitting on the couch and as usual I asked if he was hungry. Of course, I already knew the answer. He’s always hungry! And so we set out to find some good food. Little did we both know we were about to embark on one serious culinary adventure to The Boiling Crab.
I suggested the restaurant because I know Dave loves crawfish and he doesn’t get much of it around here. Last year we went to a crawfish festival in Long Beach where he got his fill of the mini-lobsters. I was too intimidated by the de-shelling process so I gave up after eating a couple pieces.
On Sunday, after waiting in line for an hour, I came to truly appreciate them.
We started off with a pound of crawfish, half a pound of shrimp, an order of cajun fries and gumbo.
The portions of seafood were tossed in Cajun seasoning with lemon, garlic, and butter and they were brought out in plastic bags. Now keep in mind there are no utensils involved or dishes. Did I mention the waitress, bib-ed us too?
We stuffed our faces over a long sheet of wax paper serving as our “plate” so we left the table obliterated.
It took us nearly an hour to eat our way through the order! I was stuffed.
However Dave carried on, ordering another pound of crawfish.
As he kept eating I attempted to clean my hands with a pile of moist towelettes on the table, scrubbing my fingernails again and again. It took a long time to get rid of the mess!
Dave was watching me struggle and he leans over to tell me: “It’s impossible to clean your hands of murder.”
So from now on I will refer to this eating experience as The Great Crawfish Massacre of 2010. Just consider it a favor that I didn’t post an “after picture” of the remnants.
We were so happy with our meal we sat in the car for awhile before leaving the parking lot, reliving the highlights of our food. Perhaps we were also in a food coma…
Go check this place out if you can. If seafood is your thang, you won’t regret it!