Strap on your plastic bib and get ready for some crabby cakes, a seafood extravaganza is afoot—or, aflipper. Yes, the festival for all things slimy and crustacean-y arrives in the heat of summer, offering craft beers, zydeco and reggae bands, and more ceviche than you can shake a snappy claw at. The only thing missing from this plush gig is some seafood standup comedy from Poppy Champlin, whose “fish shtick” routine made even Shecky Greene turn greener: “It all started very oily this morning. I put on my new rig—it was a little bit scampi—and went out with the other gulls down to the local sandbar. It was a real dive. All of a sudden I was hit on the head—shell-shocked. I started to whale, 'Kelp! Kelp! Is there a sturgeon in the house?!' 'Oh, my cod! I didn't do it on porpoise!' Gil said. The carps came in and threw the locks on him. 'What are you, hard of herring? You're coming to the crustacean!' the carp bubbled, and they tossed the sorry sole into the can on squid row.”
Sat., Aug. 9, noon, 2014
