Today's my birthday. And it is also the day we go to the doc to check on the baby my newly-pregnant wife is putting together.
I'm not having a party. Winter birthdays in the middle of the week suck.
But I tell my wife that for lunch I would like the sandwich I've wanted to try for a year--Fox & Obel's lobster club. I probably fantasize about this sandwich every few weeks while still managing not to have one despite the fact that my wife works 1 block away.
But today's the day!
Still, age has taught me to verify things and save myself some frustration so I call. Guess what? No more lobster clubs. They are off the menu. I'm told that the whole menu's changed. This, despite the fact that online they still show a huge picture of one. But they don't show it on the menu.
No problem. I mean age has also taught me flexibility, right? I find out so late about the F&O sandwich situation that I decide we'll just go to Szechuan House off Michigan Ave. for the lunch buffet--we're a little pressed for time. It's no lobster club, but it's pretty good and it's been a pretty long time since I've had it.
Apparently, Szechuan House is out of business. I didn't even see a sign showing a new address.
Sigh.
Wait! I know! Lately I've been having a rare hankering for crabcakes, and, unlike the wife, I've never had them in Maryland so my standards aren't very high.
And I seem to recall having them 10-15 years ago at PJ Clarke's off Rush. Don't know why I was in PJ Clarke's or why I ended up eating crabcakes there, but I remember thinking they were pretty good. And there's a PJ Clarke's right up the street from F&O's!
The wife looks dubious. She suggests we just go to Shaw's Crab House. But there's no time! And there's no need! Shaw's or PJ Clarke's--what difference does it make?
Good Lord. I guess I should have know that $12.00 for two 3-ounce crabcakes was going to net me a lot more cake than crab, but man. I don't think there could have been less crab in there. It was like someone slapped a biscuit a glancing blow with a stick of of surimi, this crabcake!
Now I won't blame this on PJ Clarke's, because what genius looks upon a bar food joint as a crabcake destination? Seemed like a great place to meet friends for a beer and a burger. Of course, I told the wife the crabcakes were delicious.
When we got to the doctor's office, she told us that the baby is doing great. She even let us listen to its heartbeat. It was beating a baby-normal 160 beats per minute. I jokingly suggested that the baby was probably trying to get away from the crabcakes.
But they didn't get it.