OUR STORY
A pilot, a dock, and way too many crabs.
Sixteen years in restaurants, most of them with a tray in my hand. Thirty more in the air.
I never found the crab shack I wanted, so I started drawing it. The first sketch was an old hangar at the airport. Then it hit me that the crabs don't come in by airplane. They come in by boat. So the drawing moved to the water: a porch over the lagoon, paper on the tables, and nothing on the menu that traveled farther than a boat runs in a morning.
The staff keeps their tips. The crabs come from down the road. Opening someday.
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