Ugh...& Crabs

There might be an observable slow down in the output of this blog only because...bearing the brunt of being a college graduate in a recession, I really just haven't been going out as much for budgets sake. I'm saving up for a rainy day and despite the sunny days we've been having, I'm always expecting rain.

I've been thinking about crabs most of the day. For the past week, I've been contemplating going down to the Crawfish Shack and getting a pound of crawfish and a pound of crab before that mess in the gulf starts to take effect. I had their boiled crab not too long ago and it was awesome! Given that me and my sister are addicted to crab, seriously, at the Crawfish Shack it's like crack. Given my current economic situation, I'm going to have to cold turkey eating boiled crab until my sister offers to pay. (sigh)

You know you're a poor college graduate when you think "hmmm, that dollar I'd spend in the vending machine could buy me 3 apples at the grocery store." I really want to kick this recession's ass.

#18: Finger exfoliation - it's crawfish season!

Ever since my first crawfish boil about 2 years ago, I've made an effort to go out and eat a pound or two of boiled crawfish. My original go-to place was Fish City Grill in the triangle area, but they unfortunately have closed down.

I'll admit, I didn't take moving out of my old neighborhood very well and now it seems the more I get the know this area, slowly but surely, I'm starting to like it; however, one thing that severely sucks is how this new place seems to be far away from everything...except IKEA.

Irritated by both the move and the lack of a new place to indulge in crawfish, on my way to work I was very surprised to see the words "Boiled Crawfish" and "Crawfish Shack." Not only do I have a new resident seafood joint, it is a crawfish shack - anything with "crawfish" in the name has got to be special.

So, I had my seasonal 2lbs of crawfish and as a bonus, I also broke in a pair of jeans in the process of eating. Crawfish, does take some effort and when your fingers feel spicy, you've broken some skin. When I had finished thoroughly washing my hands, the first layer of skin was peeling off. I really regretted not bringing my camera. It's one of the most awesome feelings to be at a crawfish shack and the people there lay out a large sheet of paper because you ordered the boiled crawfish. What's even more exciting is if they ask you if you need a bib! I thankfully had my mess hoodie on for that purpose.

Here's a pic borrowed from Yelp:

heck yeah!

I know normally I post up the link to the websites of the places I go, unfortunately, the website for the Crawfish Shack & Oyster Bar is down, but here's their menu:


It should have everything you need.