[Oh, Snap] Adventure at The Boiling Crab

Being an only child, I have a different take on what it means to be selfish and what it means to share.  And by all means, refusing to share yourself with another person – especially when that person loves you, is the worst version of selfish there is. We’ve been friends for almost four years now,  and because of that our communication is pretty much always on point.  We talk all the time.  Granted, it’s rarely a phone convo for hours on end, but whether it’s to share a silly joke, an educational news article or the latest and greatest festival set from our favorite DJs – we want the other one to bear witness to our ridiculousness; we want the other to be part of the daily, mundane details that don’t interest anyone but ourselves.

It’s amusing  how love tends to open up more than just the mind and the heart.  Beyond the beauty of the big picture, what  makes my mind spin lies in my day to day minutiae of memories and emotions; for being such a logical person, it surely drives my head in circles – but the best of all kinds.

How could I think I was in love yesterday when I’ve definitely fallen deeper into it today?

The way I see it, a good relationship is synonymous with being ‘stuck’ in an ever evolving positive feedback cycle; things can only get better – as long as you remember the foundation the relationship was started on.

Over the past few months I’ve been getting adventurous with my favorite hat trick of a person; he’s my best friend, my partner-in-crime and as of the last six months – my boysoul-friend. I’m not one for titles, especially when words fail to accurately convey how I feel inside – and it’s simply bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before.  So, on Saturday we went on what I consider to be one of the most nerve wracking adventures of all – meeting his mother.

As a self professed Daddy’s girl, I know a thing or two about an only child’s bond to their parents ; after intermittently whispering “Don’t worry, she’ll adore you!” between kissing me on the nose and forehead, I was back to breathing normally…for the time being.  After doing some crowdsourcing, they decided it was off to chow down on some sea food at The Boiling Crab in Koreatown.

Now, let me drop a little knowledge on you about places like this – you’ll be getting down and dirty with some crustaceans, so be prepared for a delicious mess all over your table.   If it sounds like a ridiculous experience – trust me, it is!  And to boot, a great way to get to know someone unabashed; I found that it’s incredibly easy to be an honest version of yourself when you’re wrist deep in a garlic lobster, trying to crunch the goodness out.

We took some advice from the savvy Yelp-sters who frequent the spot and showed up a few minutes early – it’s a damn good thing we did because the line was already about 30 people deep and we were some hungry kitties!  A few things to be aware of before you stop by – The Boiling Crab doesn’t take reservations and your whole party needs to be present to be seated.  The two parties before us didn’t follow these rules and looked pretty disappointed when we were seated ahead of them; oops!

The last time anyone put a bib on me I think I was five; game on.

Proof that our table was actually white when we started out.  For appetizers, we got some oysters on the half shell and omnom they might be my new favorite snack ever!  Yet another thing I would have never tried without some coaxing from my man.

After that, the main course began in a big way:  all the shellfish comes in these plastic bags that are toted to your table in buckets (pretty adorable branding if you ask me). If the restaurants do it right, there aren’t plates or silverware – your food is brought to your table in a plastic bag with all the fixn’s (garlic butter, cajun sauce, etc) and you get to dump it all out to grub it all up by the handful in scrumptious bites.

It took me until just a few weeks ago to get the hang of the tempura amebi heads they serve in sushi restaurants; they’re delicious but they surely don’t look it!  Meaning when it came time to try shrimp – again – I was ready to dive head first.

Though it’s of little importance picture wise at this point, they had hands down the best garlic butter drenched corn I ever had; I even ordered more after the whole meal was over because it tasted like dessert to me! The two highlights of the meal were the Maine Lobster and the Dungeness Crab – so perfectly delicious!

Last, but definitely not least – the aftermath of our once clean table.  And per usual, Danny was right – meeting his mother was an absolute breeze and to boot she’s a total gem (and of course I knew she would be, her son turned out pretty fabulous himself!).  One of the next adventures will definitely be a trip up north to introduce him to my family and friends back home – it’s about damn time! =)

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