Joe’s Crabshack was one of those places I’d heard of, but never been. So driving by, on what happened to be my birthday, we decided to go for more. Amid the outlandishly decorated interior which was a cross between a boisterous chucky cheese and a legitimate crabshack, the seemingly spirited staff all were wearing cheery grins. But if you looked in their eyes, you could tell that they were truly dead inside. But hey, I just came for the crab.
Going to Joe’s Crabshack, you’ve got to go for it all don’t you? So I did. The Crab Daddy Feast was a several pound mix of king crab legs, snow crab, and dungeness crab. I did a little research into the origin of the name “dungeness” and discovered that “The Dungeness Crab or Cancer magister gets its common name from the town of Dungeness, Washington, now called Old Town Dungeness, where the first commercial harvesting of the crab was done.” – courtesy http://www.dungeness.com/crab/. Who knew?
Anyways, there were several ways that I could have had my crab cooked, and at the recommendation I got the BBQ style where they essentially cook it, then grill it some with this zesty, red seasoning. The pot of crab came out hot and looking like it was ready to be eaten. With the side of butter, the variation in crab meats, and the slightly spicy seasoning, this was a meal that I certainly wasn’t going to be too crabby about.
The downside to crab is, as always, there’s a lot of work involved. Joe’s was no different as they didn’t even supply me with a cracker. To negotiate the often prickly and painful shells, they gave me this plastic bullshit thing that wasn’t even as good as a fork as far as slicing and splitting the shell (also on the plastic doohickey it had the words “stolen from Joe’s Crabshack” which I didn’t find the least bit entertaining).
To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t the best crab I’ve had. However, it was good and sat well in my breadbasket. Therefore, Joe’s Crabshack’s Crab Daddy Feast is getting a solid, son.


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