I had a couple of onion rings, that turned out to be a better deal, calorie-wise, as well as a crabcake that wasn't as crabby as they used to be there. (I am an official Maryland crabcake snob, so you have to bear with me on that). It was nice and lumpy in most spots - only in crab cake parlance is lumpy a good thing) but bready in others. (Again, bread is my boyfriend, so only in crabcakes do I want to break up with it).
They said that some cooks beat the crabcake stuff too much and break the lumps up, but that they were trying to get them not to do that.
So stop doing that.
I am going to San Francisco tomorrow, where eating and drinking are as normal as breathing (or so I choose to believe when I visit.) Looking forward to running those hills, because I look forward to the all-you-can-eat Soul Food buffet at Farmer Brown.
We all have our priorities.
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