About fifteen minutes ago, I told R that I really felt like eating Boiling Crab.  Then midway through the monstrous (and bland) sandwich I had settled for instead, she shoots off her bed and yells, "CHANTAL!  LET'S GO TO BOILING CRAB!"  

That would explain that crazy look she got in her eyes when I first brought it up. She has this strange obsession with pricey, spicy seafood--of course she would've taken me seriously.

It's 98°F out right now and I'm currently in a food coma, but hey, what the hell.  People will let you down, but food?  Food will never let you down.  And I've got an hour to recover before we head out. 

Allons-y!