Patrice M.
Yelp
Situated just blocks from Washington Square park and easily accessible from the N/R 8th st train station, The Boil, aka The Boil Waverly is quite a gem of a place.
The scent of spice and Cajun flavors that punched me squarely in the olfactory organ was reminiscent of a cartoon character floating on a wave of scent that stops them cold, beckoning them towards it. This is exactly what you want to smell at a seafood establishment. I hope the food lives up to it.
Because my bestie was late, I had time to sit and take in the atmosphere. 38 minutes as of this writing. The staff is so nice, relieving how awkward I feel sitting here in this giant ass booth alone.
(Do I sound salty?)
I digress.
But because she is 41 minutes late, I had to ask for help with my temporary loaner phone (iPhone, ewl) and she brought me a charging device! I had no idea they offered that and would've never inquired. That was great to know since I've been entertaining myself with YT and online puzzles while simultaneously draining my battery . I'd never have known this had my friend not been 44 minutes late.
They have a QR code for the menu but, because I was having technical difficulties they provided a paper menu. (I provided pics)
The staff is so nice. I believe they think I got stood up on a tinder date (I see the "oh you poor soul" in their eyes) but it's just my pal that's now 48 minutes late.
This was her idea. She picked it and invited me out.
(Should I swipe left on this friendship?)
The Boil has a nice laidback atmosphere and looks like a nice place to grab a few drinks. I'm not much of a boozehound but the bar looks substantial enough.
(Then again, what do I know?)
I've watched my share of couples and groups enter.
Eat.
And leave.
And enter.
Eat.
Leave.
Rinse & Repeat. No Fabric Softener.
52 minutes in and I am sure I look hella sus (but cute) sitting here nursing ice water (which has long melted and is now room temperature slag)
I busy myself vacillating between the menu choices. Too much time + too many choices = meltdown
Maybe I have undiagnosed adult ADD?
56 minutes in and my acquaintance finally arrives . Suitcase in hand. (!). (Am I being Punk'd? Where's Ashton Kutcher?)
I had to guide her in from the train (but SHE picked this place!)
Anyway by this time I'd talked myself out of a boil bag and chose a few items off the appetizer menu.
NOTE: THIS IS A CASH ONLY BUSINESS!
THIS IS CASH ONLY!
CASH ONLY!
OK? So don't come without cash, ok ?
YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
I ordered the calamari, and soft shell crabs with seasoned fries. Then sent the squid back, because...reasons, and swapped it for a crab cake.
Now, as a Northerner with deep fried southern roots, a frequent visitor to Maryland's Inner Harbor, and New Orleans, I KNOW seafood, and I LOVE seafood!
And as a Southern raised Northerner, mama always said to focus of the positives.
Soooo...the seasoned French fries were amazing. 10/10 would recommend the seasoned French fries. The seasoned French fries were great with the red sauce. I loved the seasoned French fries
The kinda familiar looking person sharing the booth with me; you remember, the late one; had the crab boil, which she liked.
Ugh! Should've had the daggone boil!
They add a 20% fee (tip) to your bill, so my poor beleaguered (albeit very nice and professional) server got less than if I were tipping freely. I'm a generous tipper (because although I, personally don't suck as a customer, most customers suck) but I get it as sucky people don't tip.
The bill comes & the lady sitting with me puts down her CREDIT CARD!
*insert silent scream*
It was quickly resolved thru the ATM conveniently located near the front door.
All in all it was a nice day out and the stranger who shared my table was tolerable. But honestly save your coins and go elsewhere.
And did I mention how much I loved the seasoned French fries?
(Mama would be proud)