7/14/2013
Before you think I’m the
worst husband in the world, I was prepared to go home, but Laura said we should
push forward, and amazingly, my incredible spreadsheet hadn’t been knocked out
of whack too much. [Wait, when did you say that?
You must have whispered it.]
With all deliberate speed
we set course for Crisfield, the self-proclaimed “seafood capital of the
world.” (How many capitals are in Maryland, anyway?) What we found was a
working town, with zero tourist trappings. Now, this is what I like. The town
is basically a big dock where fishermen do their thing. At least, it would have
been if it wasn’t Sunday, but they deserve a day off. They’re not here for our
entertainment. There were a few guys moving crates around for some such purpose,
though. There really isn’t a lot to do here except be reminded that all that
great seafood doesn’t just jump out of the ocean by itself. The people of
Crisfield are the ones that go get it. This is a good thing to see.
We couldn’t take the
“seafood capital of the world” at face value however, so we dropped into
Captain Tyler’s Crab House, which sits right on the water. People in boats can
pull right up, hop out, have lunch, and hop back into the water again. The kids
had fun waving at the passing boats.
Laura couldn’t leave
Maryland without having the real crab experience.
Before…
After…
We topped our meals off
with something called Smith Island cake – really thin alternating layers of
cream and cake. We thought it was just a cutesy name, but we saw Smith Island
cake advertised all over the state, so I’m guessing it’s really a local thing.
(We did go out to the islands. Maybe that’s where all the touristy stuff is. If
so, we’ll pass.)
A real Maryland crab town.
This is the kind of place I like to see.
[I have one
word for this place: YUMMY!]
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