My First Crab Cakes, at The Chart house
You know that utter satisfaction of a good meal at the end of a long day?
Reliving that meal is the sole purpose of this post.
I have to tell you about my first experience with crab cakes.
I love talking about food almost as much as I love eating it, so I’m pretty excited about this post!
When Susie and I were first planning this trip, supper was almost the first thing we wanted to nail down (she is my best friend for a reason)! We have a history of enjoying some cool meals together, whether it’s because of the locations we eat at (Eiffel Tower, Spanish Steps in Rome), or the food, it’s always memorable!
This meal was no different, and I was highly anticipating it to be the best part of my day. I was not disappointed.
I am now officially a HUGE fan of crab cakes – they might just be my new comfort food! All that flavor, all that butter. 🙂
I was not impressed with the green beans that were nothing more than placeholders taking up valuable real estate for another crab cake.
Oh well. Such is life. Sometimes you get handed limp, shriveled green beans and have to make them into something useful, like butter-gatherers.
At the beginning of our meal, the waitress had the foresight to suggest desert:
Do yourself a favor, friends. Order the Lava Cake. It will be better than your best chocolate dreams. I’m salivating just thinking about it!
When we finally waddled out of there, we decided that we must have coffee to finish the night.
Old Town was definitely a highlight for me! All those quaint brick buildings and cobblestone streets make it the perfect atmosphere for a stroll.
One more thing about this old-town/hipster Starbucks: It used to be the Seaport Inn Restaurant in 1765!
It was the perfect blend of historic and modern, swirling together in harmony like the flavors in my peppermint mocha.
There we were, stuffed to the point of being giddy, refueled with caffeine, and a few hours of evening left before us.
What to do?
Don’t worry, this day isn’t over yet!