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| - Eh, part of me thinks that if Joe's Crab Shack's prices weren't so out-of-line, I'd enjoy them more.
Kay wanted to come here so badly, it was killing her, a craving for crab legs driving her to the brink of madness. I had to take her. There was no choice.
She enjoyed the hell out of her meal, especially with me footing the bill, which came to $150 after the tip.
It's partly my fault. I caved and bought a steampot that contained two whole steamed lobsters, shrimp, sausage, and corn cobs. I can't recall what they call this combination exactly, but man did it make my wallet scream.
If a restaurant puts lobster on their menu, I have trouble passing it by.
What formidable critters of the deep lobsters are with their crimson, armored hides. Imagine if they were the size of men or...elephants.
Regardless, tearing at these monsters taught me to respect them anew, and savoring the briny, plump, tender meat morsels reminded me how tasty they can be when dredged in clarified butter.
The Crab Nachos were an easily enjoyable appetizer (crab dip on tortilla chips topped with pico de gallo, black bean corn relish, Jack cheese, and avocado lime dressing doesn't require pinching the nose to devour). as was my dessert: The decadence dance Joe calls the Campfire S'mores (How could one with a sweet tooth hate on a chocolate cake, marshmallows, graham crackers, and a Hershey bar stuck under a broiler together on a plate? Hell I could make it at home and should!).
Nonetheless, I must deduct stars for sticker shock, regret (for what I spent, it should have been the meal of my life), and somewhat absentee service.
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