There’s about to be an angry mob with torches and pitchforks outside my cubicle, ready to string me up for disclosing their favorite hole-in-the-wall: Seafood Shack. Blame D’s director of online media, Julie Blacklidge Kinzie, for grabbing me at our Monday morning meeting to rave about the ceviche and margaritas.
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Of course, I had to check it out immediately. My pal and I pulled into the parking lot off Webb Chapel at around 5:30; Seafood Shack was already packed with friendly crowd lined up to place orders and hunkered down over the 15-20 plain tables. The overhead menu centered on ceviche, shrimp enchiladas, tacos and tostadas, and some fried items. No beef, no chicken—just straight-up seafood. Huzzah.
As luck would have it, we had come on a Monday, when margaritas are $2 all day and plates of ceviche and shrimp tostadas are $2.25 and $2.75 respectively. We ordered all of the above, plus an order of fish tacos, a plate of shrimp enchiladas, and a side of hush puppies.
Without resorting to hyperbole, let me say that the ceviche was the most addictive I have tasted since 2000 when I spent a spring weekend in Miami. So citric and bright were the flavors that we felt moved to share the love. We sent out some texts and called in reinforcements. Within 15 minutes, our group grew from two to six, everyone of us, adults and kids, tucked in and so relaxed we almost forgot that it wasn’t the weekend.
Same goes for the shrimp enchiladas (creamy and rib-sticking), fish tacos (so flaky and moist), and shrimp tostadas (not mind-blowing, but still pretty darn tasty). Thumbs-up, all around.
