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Call Me CrabbySubmitted By Don - Galloway, NJ Fall 2005 From time to time my family and I try to take a break from our busy schedule of youth league sports, scouting, and work, to sample some of the local cuisine. My two boys are especially fond of you-pick-em crabs while my wife and mother-in-law are a bit more inclined to favor a prepared dish. For me, any seafood will do. One summer evening we decided to try the Oyster Creek Inn located in Leeds Point, NJ drawn by the prospect of dining along side the back waters of Absecon Bay (and the constant pounding of advertisements and accolades on one of the local talk radio shows). As we rolled into the dusty lot located at the end of Oyster Creek Rd. we realized that we may be in for a bit of a wait. Being an eternal optimist (and a big fan of an occasional adult beverage) this was nothing a visit to the bar couldn’t overcome, or so I thought. After a “forty five minute wait” (try nearly two hours) and more than our share of wine and spirit we were hastily escorted to our table, non-smoking section be dammed. As the hour was getting late and the boys a bit restless we quickly examined the menu for the elusive blue claw. Following an inquiry to a passing waitress (ours was nowhere to be found) we learned that we were not permitted to order crabs in the dining room, crabs were available on the “deck” only. At this point with considerable skin in the game cooler heads prevailed and we elected to dine on the deck so the boys could enjoy their bounty. When the waitress finally returned to take our drink order (like we really needed another) we asked if she would take our food order and informed her of our decision regarding the deck. Puzzled she replied that items from this menu were not available on the deck. Faced with a dilemma we asked to speak with the manager. Hoping for quick remediation of an unpleasant state of affairs we explained our situation. To our astonishment the apparently unsympathetic Manager uttered those frightful words “those are the rules, if you don’t like it you can leave”. Needless to say we stormed out the door screaming kids in tow. My guess is the he had gained enough clientele from his radio spots that he didn’t need our patronage. Following a short conference in the parking lot I returned to the deck and ordered two crabs for my boys while my wife and mother-in-law waited in the car. In the end we left hungry vowing never to return.
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