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In a New York Times article from September, 2008, food critic Michelle Green writes of one such meal when she partook of hairy crab on a visit to Shanghai.
Is it the fact that you choose your hairy crab live and are thus assured of its freshness? Is the name itself, the blatantly sexual sound of it, part of the reason that foodies worldwide proclaim its virtues as a heavenly, must-try food?
Green and her friends did everything right. They chose a restaurant – Wang Bao He – much loved among hairy crab fanatics. They questioned the waitress to make sure they were ordering the most succulent preparation. They ordered the wine that is said to be the perfect compliment.
“The smell,” said Terry, “is like dirty river water.” Under the carapaces lurked gelatinous black deposits; instead of sweet meat, we discovered stringy, bland flesh.
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Apparently the hairy crab has fallen victim to not so stringent pollution regulations, the market for it rife with counterfeiters.
Don’t ask me how to counterfeit a hairy crab. I couldn’t begin to tell you.
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Yeow! I guess you have to figure they were good at some point! I can’t imagine that they’d ever have become popular if they had always tasted/been like that. Unless it’s some kind of PR genius.
My only experience with this was the opposite, taking some recently immigrated to the States students to a state fair and having them try funnel cake. I said, it’s fine, and they were over the moon about it.
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Love the title. I’m a sucker for a good pun.
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Interesting write-up. Got me thinking of 10 things you eat in any country that yuo never see folks eating in the USA !
Gotta run get my camera. I heard someone order horse sashimi !↵


























