Ours was a Saturday to Saturday rental, so we all pretty much got on the road by eight the next morning. I drove up through Virginia, across the bay into Delaware and then hit traffic. Stupid, dumb traffic. I'm not sure I'll be able to get to Cape Henlopen for my annual beach/camping/oyster fest of previous years, but I knew that I wasn't far from it when I hit that snag of serious traffic. Though the stopped flow of cars moving north were surrounded by fast food joints and the like, I decided to take it as a sign that my need to eat warranted a detour. And with that decision I began wending my way east through some pretty good country roads for about 20 minutes in order to arrive just about on the doorstep of the Surfing Crab. I was right. It was worth it. Much like my last visit, I was on the early side and there weren't but one other family sitting in the establishment. I knew before I sat down what I was going to have and barely looked at the menu before requesting it. Sometimes a good thing is a good thing.