Talk about impressive, when the fry cook brings those bad boys to the counter to be bagged, but I was ill prepared for this adventure.I had four crabs, a 24oz beer from a gas station and a plastic fork.Luckily we were staying at the old Airport Sheraton that was right around the corner.
Okay, they were fresh, delicious and messy! but why batter and fry something you can't eat whole.I had hoped this to be a poor mans soft shell, but that wasn't the case.
I did sure as hell like Charlie Brown's, sort of an uptown Fishnet.I don't know what "garlic Conchs" are but I will find out next time.I'll revisit CB's when the weather gets cooler.
Other weekend highlights were the SNOB lunch special, still the best deal in town."Salt" at Station 22 out on Sullivan's was fun with a new upscale menu.I was not impressed by Royal American, a new burger joint that the daughter drug us too,but I'm a good two decades past their target audience.