My Valentine’s Day started with these pretty flowers arriving on the 13th:
Apparently they told Stephen they couldn’t deliver them on the 14th, so they gave him the option of having them delivered on the day before or the after, so he chose the day before. Wise decision, Stephen, wise decision.
I was too busy to see him on actual Valentine’s Day, so we planned to do something for the weekend instead. But I did get to have Valentine’s dinner with my friend Courtney who happened to be in town for the weekend, which was great. Anyway, Stephen is one of those guys who likes romantic things but who doesn’t like to be told that he has to be romantic on Valentine’s Day (blah blah blah, because those flowers were totally romantic), and because he knows that I *LOVE* shellfish, he decided to take me to The Boiling Crab for our Valentine’s Weekend Dinner, which was disgusting and messy and delicious and the perfect place to take me!
The wait was long, but it didn’t stop people from waiting in line, if that gives you a hint about the reputation of this place. It’s the kind of restaurant where they tie plastic bibs around you and cover the tables in platsic and dump the seafood in plastic bags right on them (no plates at here). One pound of shrimp, one pound of crawfish, a dungeness crab and a serving a french fries later, we were covered up to our elbows in sauce (including some on Stephen’s glasses) and it was perfect and delicious.
Our first crawfish! It took us a while to figure out how to eat them. At first we didn’t really see the appeal, but then they won us over.