Henry's T.
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As much as we love to travel, certain challenges are always involved. One of them is just how do you wrap up a cherished trip when you really aren't ready to go home yet?
Well for this wonderful exploration of parts of Georgia, we decided that a fitting farewell should involve a "Low Country Boil." Apparently this is properly pronounced, "Loh Cuntrah Boll" and it deserves your priority attention if you ever have the opportunity to experience one!
We chose "The Crab Shack" on Tybee Island and what a unique destination it turned out to be. This mostly outdoor restaurant is situated so close to Chimney Creek that you can't help but scan your surroundings for wildlife. As it turns out, that instinct isn't misguided as there is an alligator lagoon located on the property.
If a "feast" is what we were hoping for it became immediately clear that we weren't going to rise from our table disappointed. Although Dana and I placed different orders, our immediate reaction was the same, "Who is gonna help us eat all of this food?"
I found myself plowing through the crab legs, muscles, and shrimp of my seafood platter, but avoiding the corn, sausage, and little red critters for different reasons. I figured the corn was more of a garnish than anything (I was wrong, it was incredibly sweet), I couldn't understand why sausage was invited to this party (I found out it was invited because of how well it paired with the shrimp in particular), and with the little red critters I was just stalling while I kept a careful eye on them to check for movement.
When I could delay the inevitable no longer, I called our server over and said, "I have 3 questions. What are these little guys? Am I supposed to eat them? If so, how???"
She patiently reassured me that the little red critters are "crayfish" (but called and pronounced "crawfish") and then demonstrated how to prepare them for consumption (the faint of heart should be grateful that I'm gonna spare you that part).
While bibs were not offered to us, you may want to request one as my shirt bore the weight of the remnants of the meal that would be traveling home with me.
And that's...Henry's Take.
#lowcountryboil