I love crab, I really do. I could sit at a table and eat endless amounts of steamed blue crab for hours. . . and hours . . . and hours. Bri and I went to great restaurant called the Crab Shack on Tybee Island, 30 minutes outside from Savannah, Ga (yes, this was part of yet another bridge nationals trip). Although it was a hot July day, we were quite comfortable sitting outside under a canopy of trees with fans and water misters pointed at us. We sat at a round table with a large hole cut out of the center and a garbage can situated right beneath the cut out for easy shell disposal. We ordered a huge seafood platter and got piles of boiled clams, shrimp, crawfish, king crab legs, sausage, corn, potato and of course, blue crab. I think that meal and the jacuzzi hot tub was my favorite part of the Atlanta Nationals (please note, neither had anything to do with bridge).
What does this have to do with anything? Well, today I had a soft shell crab sandwich at Courthouse Seafood in Cambridge. Soft shell crab season starts in early May and people are already raving about the sandwich at Courthouse. I feel like I should love soft shells, after all, it's all the goodness of crab and none of the work of de-shelling it. But I have yet to find a soft shell that has really impressed me. I think it's because they are always fried and that takes away the pure briny sweetness of crab meat. I also think all the work is part of the fun. Don't get me wrong, this was a good sandwich. Courthouse is really good at frying seafood, but it doesn't come anywhere close to Tybee Island.
My friend Christine is starting her fellowship at NIH in Maryland this summer. I told her as soon as she scouted out an all you can eat blue crab restaurant, I would be visiting.