on a whim, we head for a maryland crab dinner. it's almost a smelly shack. brown paper on the table. crabs by the platter. personal mallets. fingers and paper towels. crab detritus on every personal surface. très authentique. at the end of the night we head to the place next door for chinese takeout to supplement our dinner.
in order of excellence, my best crab memories:
1. steamed flower crabs from thom had, off pattaya beach.
2. chilli crab from any east coast joint, singapore.
3. the jumbo crab cakes from the falls church farmers' market, va.
4. deep fried soft shell crab from silver pond, nj.
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