No profound observations here today, but I did go back to Casamentos and lo, it was good. They have an absolutely mystical hand with a deep frier. There may be some sort of Robert Johnson selling-soul-to-the-devil situation at hand here. I am also increasingly in love with the open, clean yet greasy kitchen, and the friendly cats that chill out in the bathroom area. This isn't exactly a joint that stands on pretensions.
This was one fine soft shell crab. Super light crust, nice and meaty, little crunchy legs and all that business.
Oysters are getting really good this time of year. Casamentos had some absolute beauties the other night: big and juicy and sweet. Even better with saltines.