In a world of pretentious dining and Instagram-worthy plating, there exists a glorious rebellion in Madison, Tennessee, where Storming Crab stands as a testament to the simple joy of diving into seafood with reckless abandon.
This isn’t white tablecloth territory—it’s plastic bib country.
The kind of place where the measure of a good meal is how far up your forearms the butter sauce reaches.
The kind of place worth putting miles on your odometer, no matter which corner of the Volunteer State you call home…