The Boiling Pot

not as fun as the one in Rockport; if the City ever cleans up the crackheads and assorted homeless denizens of Waller Creek’s “riverwalk,” then the view outside this restaurant might make it a worthwhile destination for cold beers, and the chthonian messy delights of raw oysters, spicy boiled shrempf ‘n crawdads. Don’t forget to suck the head!

When you walk in they put a bib around your neck, a hammer in your hand, and pour buckets and buckets of sealife goodness right onto your table. To top it off, there are crayons.

I also witnessed Cameron Marlow eat a whole ball of butter at this joint.