Le Petite Crevette

For those of you who may not already know, my boyfriend and I have a term of endearment for each other: shrimp. This nickname--which has endless variations, depending on our mood--always takes precedence over our actual names. Naturally, when we discovered a restaurant called Le Petite Crevette, meaning Little Shrimp, we had to try it.

We went to this little restaurant on a Sunday, with only a few other couples in the dining area. It is an intimate setting with dim lighting and funky--yet subtle--decor, and happens to serve some serious seafood. (Wow! Alliteration at its finest.) We both enjoyed the corn and crab chowder, which was made with a rich creamy broth that was both sweet and salty. I ordered the mustard-crusted salmon, which was perfectly cooked: slightly crunchy on the outside, moist and tender on the inside. The entree was accompanied by mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables, and a very detectable amount of butter. Delicious. My boyfriend had the salmon burger, which was comprised of nothing but chopped salmon, cooked medium rare. The bun was soft and slightly chewy, and the texture of the handcut fries that came with the meal was well-balanced.

This should be a place you go to indulge, ignore the calories, and just enjoy. Make it a rare occasion, and it will be worth the wait.

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