Dining On The Dock Of The Bay
The view from the tableSaturday was perfection. I spent the day in Annapolis with my friend who lives there, and we had lunch at Mike's Seafood on the South River. Watching everyone pounding away with wooden mallets, working over piles of steamed crabs, I realized what a truly unique Maryland experience this is.
Beneath our table, a little duck kept us company.
The father in this picture kept getting upand showing his children how to open crabs.
I guess that's a Daddy job.
Plenty of free parking includinghandicapped motorcyclist spaces
The menu was the kind of thing that made my heart sink. Nothing looked edible. I settled for a bowl of soup. My friend had a sandwich. I have to admit I was surprised when our food arrived in plastic bowls and plates. My friend is from NYC and doesn't hold back, I'm afraid. She asided to the departing waitress, "Oh. I see you've hauled out the best plastic for us." It was odd, sitting in a restaurant, eating off plastic, but I wish she hadn't been rude to the waitress.
Karmic crab bisque that made mesickedy, sick sick
well into the night
Fellow restaurant patrons. I'm loving the reflective billon the backwards baseball cap.
...and it's good to see they havetheir mission statement on the wall
An acquaintance of Jack Shit was there
posted by Washington Cube at 2:45 PM
22 Comments:
[insert appropriate Cube-having-crabs joke here]
:::scritch:::
Those are the kind of restaurants my friend and I SEEK OUT because, while the food may be gross, the atmosphere and people-watching opportunities are unrivaled!
I love your photojournal essays! And this reminded me, I have to get myself back to Annapolis. I see motorcycles in this post...and I think my kind of men are wandering around out there.
Velvet and Smash: I love dives, also. The problem was, I couldn't drink...still had to drive back home. I foolishly hadn't eaten all day,and the menu was breaded, deep-fried heaven.
I'd like to take
a
nap
olis!
Johnny! :::noodge::: You card you.
Your friend gave the waitress attitude in a biker bar and didn't get a punch in the nose? Lucky, I guess.
I like the fake bullet hole in the friend of Jack Shit's helmet.
Cuff: I was totally loving the fake bullet hole. I was wondering if anyone would notice that.
Karmic crab is hilarious. Although sad. Of course.
I don't mind, and sometimes prefer plastic silverware/plates/cups (I'm weird, I know), but not from a restaurant. Weird!
I wonder what Mr. Shit is up to these days?
"An acquaintance of Jack Shit was there." HA HA HA
NEVER order soup at a biker bar! NEVER!
Good advice!
I love the little duck! Glad to see you writing again.
What's wrong with keeping your hooch in the can?
Thai... Sitting On The Duck Of The Bay ? ... speaking of singing a song to the tune of another, did you know that Amazing Grace can be sung to almost any tune ? It works especially well with the theme to Gilligan's Island... try it, you'll like it ... mmm... crabs and beer in the land of pleasant living...
Here's a strategy for picking crabs: order a plate of mini crabcakes and munch on them while you're pulling the pop-top to take the main part of the crab's shell off, and then picking out the meat. Drinking in the dive bar? Plastic cups are probably the cleanest way to get your drink on.
Glad to see you managed an outing on an otherwise crazy washed-out weekend.
grince
Crab Mallets!
Wrethy Smash!!!!
>^, ,^<
I've missed you, Cube. Nice to hear about your adventures.
Mike's on South River rules. yummy crabs! Glad there's someone else who appreciates the finest in southern maryland culture.
I missed you too, cube. Mike's is a great place to eat. I'm hungry now too.
Ordering clam chowder at a trucker-infested bar makes about sense as ordering the fish filet at McDonald's.
*shudders*
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