Friday, November 22, 2013
Harris Crab House at Kent Narrows, Maryland
"Kent Narrows", I said. "I remember that sign from the last time." We had just driven over the bridge in the photo. Tom was searching for a seafood restaurant where he had eaten a crab cake he had never forgotten because it was perfect.
A moment later, he saw the hotel that he remembered from staying there the year of the marvelous crab cake.
It didn't take him long to find the restaurant.
Outside, to the right of where we parked, discarded shells were being sent up a conveyor belt and into a dump truck.
The yellow bins are full of oysters waiting to be processed. I assumed these were oysters. Being from the midwest, I could be mistaken. I wish I had asked but I didn't want to interrupt someone in the midst of his work. Next time!
Here is the boat the oysters were brought in on. They were in the red buckets .
Insert November 26...Beyond the boat was an interesting sign that told me more about oysters. It was enlightening to read of the ways oysters are a vital part of our world and particularly, vital to Chesapeake Bay.
I noticed another sign yesterday at the grocery store when I bought the oysters I'll put in the stuffing for Thanksgiving.
Two views from the restaurant windows.
And here is the crab cake. Tom said it tasted as good as he remembered.