Well, Dinner was wierd.Follow

I decided to get a little shopping done today. Went down to the Nike outlet in hopes of finding boat sized shoes (which I did find a pair of, yay!) and on the way back around dinner time I was near a Joe's Crab shack, and I thought to myself "Self? you know what sounds good right now? A heaping pile of steamed crustacian goodness!"

Seeing as myself agreed with me, we then decided to pull into the restaraunt parking lot, and grab a table. Well, i go to turn into the parking lot anyways, but there is this idiot lady in her car sitting in the only entrance driveay, completely oblivios to the world around her. Given the way the parking lot is constructed, I can't go around her. I could try backing out and go elsewhere, but I wanted my crab, and damnit, my car was bigger so if she didn't move i'd just run her *** over. So I inch forward and wait. I honk, and wait.

...

I honk again. Just as I am about to get out of the car to go see if she is dead or something, and if not rectify the situation, she apperently wakes up and pulls out of the way. Allowing myself and the 8 cars now behind me to enter the parking lot and park. As far as I know she is still somewhere in that parking lot driving in slow circles to this minute.

So i get inside. There isn't any wait, and I get seated right away. They hand me a menu, and then I don't see another single employee for a good 20 minutes. I swear, they all just up and vanished. Leaving myself and several other rather bewildered restaraunt patrons wondering what the hell is going on.

Eventually, some young blond chick with about half an ounce of brains but lots of enthusiasm arrives to take my order. The conversation went something like this:

Me: "yeah, i'd like a bowl of clam chowder, and the King Crab please."
Her: "Oh, we're out of king crab tonight."
Me: "huh. Ok, well how about the snow crab then."
Her: "Oh, we're out of snow crab too."
Me: "Ok, well Dungeoness crab is fine too then. I'll have that."
Her: "We're also out of dungeoness crab! Tee hee!" (and no, that was not an exageration. She really did giggle.
Me: ...
Me: "... Uh. Ok, so the restaraunt is called "joe's crab shack, and you really don't have any crab? Wow."
Her: "Well, we do have the steamer Buckets"
Me: "Ok, dare I ask what is in said steamer bucket?"
Her: Oh,it's a mix of Dungeoness, Snow, and King crab legs steamed together with some shrimp and a few other things"
Me: ...
Me: "Right... Ok, so you don't have any of the other types of crab, but you have all three types of crab?"
Her: "Yup!"
Me: "And that doesn't seem the least bit odd to you then? Hrm.. Ok, I'll have that then.

So eventually I get my bucket of steamed crab. and for some rason two bowels of clam chowder. They only billed me for one though, so that was ok.

The rest of dinner was uneventful, except all the employees managed to dissappear for 20 mintues when I was ready to leave again. Then on the way home I got passed by a matte black Pinto with the words "The circle jerkers" spray painted in green on the side.

So yeah. Wierd.

Hmm, I don't care for crab.

..and like oil, the prices have skyrocketed. At the grocery store the clams were priced 'per clam' rather than by the pound...around $0.60/each. I don't know how many clams are in a pound but I know it'd come out to way more than the 3 or 4 bucks/pound I was paying last I bought them.

I love crabs.

Kao, you get the waitresses phone number?

Me: "yeah, i'd like a bowl of clam chowder, and the King Crab please."
Her: "Oh, we're out of king crab tonight."
Me: "huh. Ok, well how about the snow crab then."
Her: "Oh, we're out of snow crab too."
Me: "Ok, well Dungeoness crab is fine too then. I'll have that."
Her: "We're also out of dungeoness crab! Tee hee!" (and no, that was not an exageration. She really did giggle.

This is where you hit on her, for future reference.

I'd have gone with "I guess it can't be all bad when a beautiful woman tells me she doesn't have crabs"

Thank you, thank you, see me at Bubbies Snow Hut in the Catskills December 3rd through 8th.

I had the best crab dinner at Myrtle beach a few weeks ago. A stacked plate of King Crab legs, and a dish called Imperial crab. Soooo good, especially when combined with a giant margarita.

I refuse to go to Joe's Crab Shack. I have never received good service there. The last time I went, the staff did not even give us menus for 15 minutes and then proceeded to serve us another table's food. The party that was supposed to get the food kept looking at us, so I asked them if they just wanted to switch tables. We did, and then we got their check at the end of their meal.

I recently went to Gilbert's Chowderhouse and had some delicious mussels and King Crab's legs. If you are in the area, you should go there.

Baltimore is the place to go if you want to sit at a table covered with newspaper and take a mallet to a pile of crabs cover with Old Bay.

Since I can't enjoy this time honored tradition without breaking out in hives, you're welcome to enjoy my share of Blue Crabs.

I'll just have your share of the steam shrimp. Natty Boh is optional.

For once, I agree 100% with Gbaji

I am surprised and disappointed that no one went with a Cleveland joke.

The waitress was probably not that bright and also put on the spot dealing with a kitchen staff that was poor enough to run out of three things on the menu at once, though a good waitress should probably have stated "x,y,z are not available tonight I apologize I would recommend a.b.c though they are amazing", being straight forward and offering alternatives helps in the case that the person doing stock in the kitchen is horrible. If they prepackage/portion or even just get it from a distributer with all 3 in one then depending on portion size uniformity it would make sense to just break up the packages and give people what they want, then again its entirely dependant on the packaging so it might not be so.

/shrug

I assume this is in reference to the astrological sign. In my case, being a libra, I only have to avoid eating measuring devices. And we all have to avoid eating stars, which I've heard leave a nasty aftertaste, once, you know, the burning stops. Ironically though everything here is from stars.