You know it’s summer when you sit for 3-4 hours picking through crabs like a vulture. There’s something really amazing about sitting down with a group of friends and sharing a few dozen crabs and beers. Eating with your hands, the heat, the newspaper, it’s all very basic and primal. It’s funny to see the different methods everyone uses to extract the meat – everyone has a different style, a story about where they learned to pick crabs. For me, it’s one of the better food experiences out there.
Yesterday we hit up Bethesda Crab House – $35 all you can eat – about 10 minutes north of DC. Everyone was pretty pie eyed from the Dirty Bombs vs. Philadelphyinz party the night before and there might be no better cure for a hangover then more beer – especially when paired with crabs. Old Bay has some magical powers, after about 2 crabs I was feeling like a champion. After about 12 my lips were puckered, my hands were pruned and cut, but I was still going strong.
Shouts to Meistro, DeepSang, and crew for the great idea. If you make it to the DC/Baltimore area during the summer you have to check out a crab house especially if you’ve never been… Just don’t eat the lungs.