How Not to Look Like a Tourist
Every Baltimorean, it seems, is born knowing how to pick a crab. It’s in our genes. We sprinkle them with spicy Old Bay seasoning and eat them with copious amounts of cold beer. Ask for melted butter with your hard shells and you’ll be pegged a tourist, or worse, one of those lobstereating Red Sox fans from New England.
Steamed crabs at Bo Brooks Restaurant