[iceskater]

I was born in Baltimore but moved to Virginia in the 70’s. I still can’t get steamed crabs like they make ‘em in “Ball-mer”.

Some of my fondest childhood memories of crab feasts at my grandparents’ place on Rock Creek.

When I was in college, I threatened my mother that my wedding reception would be crabs and beer. She about had heart failure at that thought. If I ever re-marry, I just might have that crab feast/wedding reception.

[Thrownatbirth]

I was born in Baltimore but moved to Virginia in the 70’s. I still can’t get steamed crabs like they make ‘em in “Ball-mer”.

Capt'n Pells (Rte 50 in Fairfax) will get you by in a pinch, but go straight home afterwards. You'll reek of Old Bay all night.

[gunnut]

My uncle and aunt had a crab feast for their rehersal dinner. Thought my aunt’s mother was going to have a stroke. Hauled crabs from Baltimore to Philly and steamed them on location. Talk about a party and it still gets talked about 25 years later.