Be warned, eating here is really messy. Each table was supplied with tools of mass destruction, utensils of torture for these poor little crabs. We were given hammers and pliers to smash the crab shells. I kinda felt sorry for these crabs, but then I remembered that the crabs were already cooked. It was fun for a while but after a while I had to ask my hubby to remove the shells for me as he happily smashed away.
total damage done for the night
The whole table was a pile of mess, and the restaurant was fully prepared for that. The tables were covered with a thick removable table cloth so that the diners would enjoy the whole experience without having to worry about staining the place. They would clean up the tables pretty fast (there were a number of people waiting around the restaurant waiting for tables to be vacated).
When Shereen had to leave we said our goodbyes, but just for good measure, we continued taking photos. Camwhores we are, guilty as charged! Taking pictures with them are fun because friends cheer you up, lift up your spirits and reinvigorate your zest for life. Whatever problems we face, stress or depressed, you forget all those for a while when you put on your best smile and take pictures with your friends. :) Pictures are also meant to capture the moments, am I right? It was a fun night, and fatty crabs was an experience we would like to go again. We even have our own BBM group now called, you guessed it, the FAT crabs.
Til my next crabby post!