Okay, full disclosure: I didn’t mean to eat my weight in shrimp, oysters, and crab cakes across North Carolina.
It just… happened.
One minute I was on a scenic coastal drive with a hankering for flaky grouper, and the next-I was elbow-deep in a pile of peel-and-eat blues at a shack with a menu written in chalk and a reputation that rivals grandma’s kitchen…