I don’t care what oversized Dungeness leg you wave in my direction. If it’s not a blue crab steamed in about 12 pounds of Old Bay, it is not a legitimate crab experience. It must be eaten outdoors. It must be attacked with a hammer and a knife. And it must require many, many paper towels to clean up and cheap American beer to wash it down. These are the rules, people. I don’t make them up.
This particular batch was served at the party the night before my friend Don and Susan’s wedding, a particularly festive night all around.