Mon 26 Oct 2009
James and Ann’s big idea, born right here on this blog, of taking me on my virgin voyage to The Boiling Crab came to fruition last night. There were five of us, and despite all the reviews I’d read online about 2+ hour waits (they don’t take reservations), we got lucky and got in within about half an hour. We ordered 1lb of mildly spicy shrimp, 1lb of medium spicy shrimp, 1lb of medium spicy crawfish, 1lb of king crab legs. Also, a basket of sweet potato fries and fried catfish with spicy fries (crunchy fries, perfectly seasoned; catfish was generously sized, fresh and tender). We shared pretty much everything. The level of fire wasn’t as insane as the crawfish Mr. W and I had in New Orleans the other week (which trip I have yet to blog about), so that’s great, my gastro-intestinal lining didn’t have to dissolve this time. The table was a covered with a sheet of wax paper, which we ate off of because the food is simply served in clear bags without the benefit of plates or utensils. As soon as we sat down, Ann took the roll of paper towels on the table and started tearing off sheets, stacking them neatly on the table. I eyed her growing stack and she said, “Believe me. We’re gonna use all this. And you won’t be able to do this when you start eating.” She was right, and we used exactly every sheet she tore off, and no more. Talk about accuracy! I managed to only dirty my thumb, index and middle fingertips in my dinner endeavor, and I noticed Ann did the same. Red fingertips, that’s about it. Our plastic bibs remained relatively unscathed. The boys were less neat, the worst being James, who had red sauce coating both his hands, his entire palms, dripping down his wrists. Needless to say, he really enjoyed his food. Mr. W loved the seasoning and generous garlic chunks in the sauces. New Orleans was just suicidally spicy, salty and tart; this place had FLAVOR. If you can stand the hands-on messiness, Boiling Crab is definitely an experience for no-nonsense Cajun seafood-boils at a good price; including 6 or 7 beers AND tax and tip, the tab came out to $20 a person.
* (+)Bonus: you get to find out exactly where all your papercuts are when you eat here. Owie.
* (-)Bonus: food photography is impossible here unless you want your camera to be sticky and stinky forevermore. Or if you can resist eating.
that was the least amount of food i’ve ever eaten here. it was just right tho. not too much nor too little. can’t wait to hit disney with u!!!
That also was the least amount of food I ate there. I think I at least eat 2 lbs of crawfish usually much more! lol.
But that puts me into total food coma.
This time i actually managed to get to the gym afterwards which was cool! 🙂 Good amount of food!
Agreed with Anny!
Being grossly full on shellfish is not a good feeling. You always feel sluggish the next day, so I thought our food portion was great. It was like good-company munching, not eat-till-you-feel-guilty-and-would-make-yourself-puke-if-not-for-the-even-more-unappetizing-thought-of-the-looks-and-taste-and-texture-of-shellfish-coming-back-up dining.