There’s little appealing about a creepy crustacean landing on your plate looking just as it did in life and knowing you have to tear it apart limb by limb to partake of it. But all that aside, once you know what you’re doing and dive in fearlessly, Maryland’s Blue Crab is totally worth it.
I had never really thought much about Maryland, nor had I heard of a little waterside town, population a smidge over 1,000, called St. Michaels. But turns out the town an hour and a half from Washington, D.C. was the site of the wedding in Wedding Crashers (the crashees were married at the centuries-old Inn at Perry Cabin by Belmond) and it’s been described among the ranks of the Hamptons and Nantucket, yet without the pomp and glut of people.