One day, you’ll throw all these petty Monday worries aside and cast your fate upon the open sea.
As for today, just put a bib on and start knocking the hell out of some crabs.
Say ahoy to The Angry Crab, a boisterous little BYOB seafood shanty that’s now open in West Rogers Park. (Here’s the slideshow.)
It’s tucked away amid a stretch of Lincoln Avenue storefronts, so you might not even know this place was there if you were walking by. But look inside that window. Those are graffiti-scribbled walls and those are crab traps repurposed as light fixtures. Congratulations, you’re in the right place.
And hey, you brought a six-pack. Good thinking. Now take it over to a table and start ordering things by the pound—crawfish, whole shrimp, clams, oysters, blue crabs, king or snow crab legs, Dungeness crabs.
Soon, you’ll find yourself wearing a bib while a server brings you a plastic bag full of shellfish. Open it. Go to town. Start cracking everything in sight.
But before you leave, make sure you take a marker from the table and sign your name on the wall.
The world should always know when you eat from plastic bags.
As for today, just put a bib on and start knocking the hell out of some crabs.
Say ahoy to The Angry Crab, a boisterous little BYOB seafood shanty that’s now open in West Rogers Park. (Here’s the slideshow.)
It’s tucked away amid a stretch of Lincoln Avenue storefronts, so you might not even know this place was there if you were walking by. But look inside that window. Those are graffiti-scribbled walls and those are crab traps repurposed as light fixtures. Congratulations, you’re in the right place.
And hey, you brought a six-pack. Good thinking. Now take it over to a table and start ordering things by the pound—crawfish, whole shrimp, clams, oysters, blue crabs, king or snow crab legs, Dungeness crabs.
Soon, you’ll find yourself wearing a bib while a server brings you a plastic bag full of shellfish. Open it. Go to town. Start cracking everything in sight.
But before you leave, make sure you take a marker from the table and sign your name on the wall.
The world should always know when you eat from plastic bags.
