I’ve never been mad at a crab cake, but I’ve been disappointed in a few.
Other foods are other people’s problem. Pizza? Sure, some pies are better than others, but I’ll take two slices either way. Bagels? My taste buds are unfit to judge. I even find joy in both eastern and western style North Carolina barbecue.
A bad crab cake, though, can sink my spirit. It’s born with such promise! To be conceived as a crab cake is like starting life in a corvette shop, and when it emerges as a hooptie, it pains me…