Going out for a seafood dinner certainly has changed in recent months.
Gone are the charming restaurants with lovely oceanfront views. Gone are the meticulously crafted cocktails and professional wait staff.
It’s a long line of cars idling at the curb waiting to cue up to a traveling roach coach.
While this would normally not be the least bit appealing, I was quite sick of cooking last week and one of the husband’s friends swore this seafood was good, plentiful and reasonably priced.
From the size of the crowds you’d think the circus had come to town.
People be desperate.
We waited 20 minutes in the car parade, 10 minutes for a girl to take our order, and another 20 minutes for the food.
50 minutes without a martini?
Is not my idea of dinner out.
To say I should have known it would be bad is trite…. but oh, so true.
For slightly over $30?
I received 2 absolutely disgusting and totally inedible crab cakes…. while the husband frantically tried to find a section of fish in the foot thick batter.
Disappointing doesn’t begin to describe that rancid grease drenched mess.
Bad seafood is always bad.