I was delighted (to my surprise) to eat a fabulantistic soft shell platter this afternoon at -- of all places -- The Palm (19th north of M)! (And James Carville didn't even ruin my meal!) Perfectly sauteed in butter, having been lightly floured, and served with a lemon/wine sauce, with roasted garlic cloves, whole, served hot from the cast-iron pan. (Lose the iceberg doily, though.) Wonderful. I mention softshells because of Jim Zurer's (rightful) obsession with softies at Full Kee. How nice, at Il Palmo, to enjoy -- really enjoy -- softshell crabs without having to bite through the typically helmet-like coating. Any other candidates for softie heaven, before the season ends?