OC Crab Feed

Friday night was, for me, the most eagerly anticipated night of the year: Crab feed at the Olympic Club!

Flanked by many of my closest friends, we posted up at our two tables of 12.  The blue and white checkered tablecloths were a little disjointed with the tall boxed ceilings and elegant chandeliers of the Olympic Club main dining room.  We, in our stretchy pants, may have also been a little disjointed with our surrounding patrons, some of whom broke out the sequins and the backless gowns.  Quite all right with us ... they put us in the corner tables for a reason. 

Bibs on, we tackled the all-you-can-eat extravaganza.  Caesar salad, ravioli in meat sauce, and the main attraction, platters of cracked-for-you Dungeness crab.  We focus so seriously on this meal that we, for once, pay little attention to the wine in front of us.  So serious that we have a traditional list of contests and competitions that keep us mentally in the game.

Which table eats the most platters?  Which person lasts the longest?  Which person eats the most?  At what time of night does Tim break out his claw-hand?  When will Nicole put on her crab claw nose ring?  Who can make the most crab puns and crustacean jokes? And perhaps the most time-honored of them all, who can wear the bib longest?

I won this last and most storied competition, wearing my bib long after dinner to the O Club bar and later to the Owl Tree.  Oddly, I even garnered a couple of compliments from strange women about my top.

Anyways, at the O Club Crab Feed, everyone leaves a winner, and feeling clawsome!