The results of my web scouring...here's a Crabby Bob's review:
La Fourchette d'or Restaurant Review
Bob Has the Kind of Crabs I Like!
Crabby Bobs
by Robert Bledsoe
I'm back, Inland Empire. Back and ready. And you're coming with me.
Grab your bib, whet your appetite and sedate the goat because the finest crab restaurant in the Inland Empire is here. It's called Crabby Bobs.
And, as if to nail the coffin shut on the nearby dairyland, it's located in Chino, sending a clear breath of fresh seafood into the air.
Crabby Bobs has a menu that seems obsessed with - surprise, surprise! - crab. They've got Alaskan King Crab, Barbecued Crab, Golden Crab, Crab Cakes, Crab Balls, Crab au Gratin, Crab Stuffed Peppers - and Crab Cola (just kidding!).
For those whose tastes do not include the most Martian- looking shellfish our Creator ever whipped up, Crabby Bobs has other entreés not about to be mistaken as an infant sea monster by some 17th century yahoo.
Rather, they have sandwiches filled with relatives of what stupid kids mistake as Sea Monkeys.
The Shrimp Po Boy Sandwich does what most delicatessens are afraid to do - put shrimp between bread. And just to add an element of sanity to the mix, you can order yourself up a Rib Eye Steak.
Perhaps now would be the proper time to reveal that Crabby Bobs has no busboys. To someone who has never worked in the food industry, this may seem like some irrelevant trivia on par with what a "peninsula" is, but trust me, this does not mean that the waiters and waitresses must roll up their sleeves and do some real work for once. Nope.
Each table is equipped with a bucket which sits in a hole in your tabletop. You are actually expected to throw your own trash into these buckets. The nerve of these people.
Workers prance around the establishment wearing their "No Habla Espa–ol" T-shirts. However, this is just grandstanding by ol' Bob because our very own waitress had a shirt on declaring that she was not, in fact, our waitress.
Perhaps in Los Angeles you can get away with the title "Culinary Liaison" on a résum, but not in Chino, sweetcakes!
Despite these aberrations, I still wholeheartedly recommend Crabby Bobs, because quite frankly the crab was excellent and the selection was huge. I guess I'll have to just give my tuxedo a rest for one night and wear my pin-striped serapé in order to enjoy the crustaceans.
Crabby Bobs may be experienced in all of its zany glory at 12206 Central Ave., Chino. Call (909) 590-0604 to find out for yourself that they do not take reservations.
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