We ate at Crabby Bill's in St. Pete Beach on the evening of 1/30/2012. After waiting forever to have our orders taken, the waitress gigglingly told my husband that he made a good choice with the sweet potato fries, because they all loved to eat them off the plate as they walked by. We should have walked out then, but stupid us, we stayed. We kept running out of drink waiting for our food. She finally came with the food 30 minutes later and deposited it on the table. We didn't see her again for 45 minutes. My fish was like leather, and she just shrugged and asked if I wanted another. I told her that since my husband was finished eating, of course I didn't want another piece. She left, and, instead of coming back with a manager, she deposited the bill on the table. If Crabby Bill's were the last restaurant left in St. Pete Beach, I would rather eat peanut butter and jelly!