ok, let me set the scene:
trinidad is about 300 miles north of san francisco, where the redwoods meet the pacific. it's gorgeous.
it's also, according to the proprietors of the unbelievably awesome katy's smokehouse, where about 80% of California's luscious dungeness crab are caught. the ones we get in san francisco, they explained, are overrated, particularly those cooked, then rewarmed specimens at fishermen's wharf. (i did not admit to them that i've always loved sucking down a hot buttered crab at the wharf.) so, we got four crabs, cracked 'em, and ate them with lemon butter.
i practically fainted with joy.
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