We hurried down a dark and empty Newton street on a dark and empty Sunday night, expecting a dark and empty restaurant. We passed one establishment — Newton Soccer Club Members Only — then another, Order Sons of Italy in America, a private lodge with two small, forbidding windows. Even the blustery weather didn’t seem to want us.
Then we stepped into Shaking Crab. In an instant, we found ourselves in something like a New Orleans house party, bantering with our bartender, our servers, our fellow diners, and soon drinking rum punch swimming with Swedish fish and feasting on piles of fabulously fiery crabs to the thump of electro-jazz-disco. The group next to us, visiting for the fifth time, had never heard of “Viet Cajun”-style shellfish before the place opened in December. Now they were coming every week.
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