Pros: Tables are cute (little messages from previous guests), Not busy so you won’t have to wait for seating, Waitress was kind
Cons: Overpriced, Bland food, Small portions
The Review:
Our family had a beautiful vacation in Chincoteague Virginia (so much so we plan on moving to Accomack county in a few years).
On our trip, the first night we came, being our first time here..we sorely mistook the need to make reservations at restaurants. Every restaurant we called was booked to the max and we were travel weary and hungry, desperate for some good food to satisfy us.
Unfortunately, we became one of Mr. Baldys many victims…I mean customers.
When you first pull up to Mr. Baldys, you’re met with a quaint, unimpressive establishment, one that much like our many adventures, you would assume would be a nice hometown style eatery.
Well like the old saying goes, when you assume you-make-an-ass-outta-you-n-me.
We were seated fairly quickly because well, there was barely any patrons. Whether they were the waitresses own families or even the owners own family, or maybe trapped tourists like ourselves who had mistakenly stumbled through the doors tired and hungry like ourselves. We were all in the same sinking boat together and it would surely sink our expectations.
The interior is a drab and sad attempt at “millennial grey” but instead of the bright grey that’s usually found in modern homes, it was a soul sucking grey that’s somehow made the room get darker and darker the deeper we entered the building.
Once sat, we were given menus and we were greeted by a wonderful waitress who was prompt, kind and honestly a bright beacon in the sad, grey, depressing atmosphere around us.
Once our food came, my husband and I both watched as decent sized portions were laid in front of our families. The look of shock between my husband and I as our plates were given to us was almost immediate.
You see, we had ordered the soft shell crab, and now anyone who has ever ordered soft shell crab would know that, there’s not much to them. Well here at Mr. Baldys, they make sure to give you the ration era treatment.
I began to knit fingerless gloves for my husband and I, as we sat across from our family, he began to look around for the cardboard box we would call our home, we would have honestly been better going to the local churches for a hot meal than this establishment where we spent our money.
2 soft shell crabs on a bed of wilted and discolored lettuce sat before us. Nearly starving, we had no choice but to consume our rationed amount, instead of the crabs seasoning making up for the fact of the small portions, we were once again dismayed to find that much like the drab interior paint, so too was the crab.
Now we are white…but we aren’t THIS white. No old bay. No pepper. No salt. No lemon pepper. Just…flour n oil.
Flour. You read that right. It was as if me and my husband had tossed flour and oil together and shaped it into the visage of a crab. When one consumes sea life, you expect a hint of salt. I don’t know how Mr. Baldys does it, but they completely erased all traces of seasonings.
At nearly $30 for 2 small soft shell crabs, I expected to be blown away. $200 was our total for the evening and we left with emptier bellies than we began and palettes that were begging for some flavor.
Thankfully a gas station was selling birria tacos and while it wasn’t up to standards that I care for when I order birria, it completely blew the socks off of Mr. Baldys.
Tourists please, make reservations before you arrive otherwise you will end up like this...
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