Friday, July 20, 2012

Months that don't end in "R"

When you go to Baltimore, you eat crab. It's just what you do.

"They" say, for the best crab experience, you should go during a month that doesn't end in R.

A few weeks ago, 7 girlfriends and I Staycationed in Baltimore for a hot summer weekend (good for crabs!) during the bicentennial Sailabration of the War of 1812.

And that's when this really delicious crabcake sandwich came into my life. Somehow, we snagged a spot at the J. Paul's bar on the water- among hoards of people visiting the Inner Harbor that day- to grab a quick bite before our scheduled speedboat tour. This thing was one of the best crabcake sandwiches I have ever eaten. It was perfectly moist, with a good crab-to-other-stuff-ratio (not overly breaded), and melted in my mouth with just a thick slice of tomato, a fresh piece of lettuce, and a generous slathering of sauce (cherry pepper remoulade). The bun was so soft. All this sandwich needed to be was a quick lunch to tide us over before a boat sped off without us. And it was so much more.

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