How to Get Crabs in Paris

Ok, calm down.  This isn't that kind of a post.

While I from time to time claim the Southern USA as my home, I was actually born in Yankee territory.  Maryland to be more precise (and for those of you from above the Mason-Dixon line, yes, I know...not really Yankees in your head. However, for Southerners, we were part of the Union in that War of Northern Aggression.)  Anyhow, besides the hunky boys at the U.S. Naval Academy and the Baltimore Orioles, Maryland is known for crabs.  We are like the Bubba Gump of crab.  Cream of Crab Soup, Maryland Crab Soup, Crab Imperial, Crab Cakes, Soft Shell Crabs...the crab deliciousness doesn't stop.  Some of my fondest memories revolve around picnic tables covered in newspaper, and bushels of steamed crabs, red with Old Bay, being poured out on the table.  I reveled in taking a hammer to those shells and sucking the succulent crab meat out of the claws.  When I took Fab to Maryland last year, I insisted we do a crab boil, just so he would know what he was getting in to.  In short, happy times in life generally involve Maryland's crabby cuisine.

So when I heard that there was a place in Paris where you could roll up your Kooples sleeves and crack open a crab, I maybe got a wee bit excited.  And by wee, I mean I asked around for people to go with me until someone said "yes."  The lucky subject was Fab.  He is usually the victim of my dining whims.