There's no question that I live for food. If food was taken away from me, I would seriously reconsider living. What about your significant other, you say. Food is my significant other (no offense, B). It is the reason I breathe, the reason I get out of bed in the morning, the reason I live. And this meal, is what I dream of.
|No, not this salad, however yummy and oriental.|
|No, not this drink which deceives you into thinking it's beer (it's rootbeer, mom, chill out)|
|THIS. All you can eat, freshly caught off the shore, dungeness crab. Where's my portion? I ATE IT ALL before everyone else could pick up theirs and I'm impatiently waiting for the server to bring me my next victim.|
|Homemade daily, topped with a sauce made from wild Alaskan blueberries. Yet it still wasn't the best part.|
|That is one happy girl. And if she could, she would throw it all up so she could fill her stomach with juicy bites of buttery crab all over again.|
I don't wanna brag, but crabs scuttled for their lives away from us for weeks.