Just because of you, oh soft shell crab! We came all the way to munch on your divinely crunchy, deepfried exoskeleton! Yum, yum!
And these pincers. They are the necessary tool for me to crush the fingers of those people that pissed me off. Oh, and they are handy for crabbing too.
The crab. I can't imagine that I am a sucker for these stuffs. When I don't eat them for a long time I feel fine. But when I do, I dream about them so much that I have to have it again. Its like an addiction.
Not that many dishes ordered and the bill still came up to three digits. Expensive place to dine.
And of course, nothing beats chilling out at Starbucks afterwards with a sugar high caramel laden coffee.