Dead Fish

Cheri had this mean craving for crab and even went as far as doing a web search for a restaurant nearby. Greg watched the kids for us, and after I got Hope to sleep (she likes to fall asleep on my chest- I must be boring!) we took off to Crockett and ate at the Dead Fish Restaurant.

Feed me! Feed me!

You would think with a name like that, it would go under real quick- but to my surprise, the atmosphere was good, and I felt I was under-dressed having worn jeans and a fleece jacket. We each ordered a 1-pound crab and some garlic fries.

Do I really need a bib?

And the waiter came back with bibs! Cheri and I were about ready to die laughing as the waiter was so serious when he tied each one around our neck. Hmmm- he knew we would be messy eaters?

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The food was delicious. The garlic fries and garlic crab was strong and well worth it's pretty penny. Well, Cheri after all got her craving under control. She did not want to leave California without eating the dungenuss crab here!