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"I’ve lost track of how many meals I’ve had at Bob Chinn’s Crab House; for my family it was the go-to for birthdays and visiting guests. After Bob Chinn’s death I went to pay tribute and, aside from a memorial sign on the lobster tank, it was the same as ever — lunchtime meant no line and hosts now coordinate via iPads. I ordered a mai tai and enjoyed the complimentary garlic rolls drenched in olive oil and raw minced garlic. One daily special was opakapaka, a pink snapper flown in from Hawaii: buttery and falling apart at the touch of a fork, with a perfectly browned top for sweetness, a light hand of blackening seasoning that lets the fish and grilled smoke shine, and a tangy tartar sauce — I could have eaten it forever." - Naomi Waxman