Meeting our king crab
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New York-style pizza.
Good Cantonese food.
Real sausages.
That’s all okay though, because there is an eating experience available in Korea that would be impossible -- okay, if not impossible, then very difficult and expensive -- to find in New York City. That’s what I was thinking Saturday evening as we stood in Mapo Agricultural and Marine Products Market staring at a bubbling tank of giant, rust-colored Alaskan king crabs waving their fat legs, each of them silently begging us, “Pick me! Pick me!” We had walked briskly past a tempting array of seafood – some alive and swimming, some freshly killed and laid out on ice – to fulfill our mission: to taste the legendary king crab. The ajoshi, somewhat crabby himself, stood next to his crustacean stall waiting for us to decide which one we wanted.
My previous crab eating experiences were pretty much limited to my dad’s steamed Dungeness crabs: juicier and sweeter than lobster, but generally requiring a lot of work to get to relatively small amounts of meat. Due to my father’s warning to never eat a crab that I haven’t observed alive and walking around before its slaughter, I’d never eaten a king crab before. Until recently, there weren’t many that found their way to the East Coast of the U.S. unless frozen. So, I wasn’t quite prepared for the crabs we encountered at the Mapo seafood market. These crabs were huge! A variety of king crab species were available, one of them being the famed red king crab (also known as Alaskan king crab). Although the key to successful bargaining at the market place is to feign disinterest, it was hard to not gape at these monstrous creatures. Some of them even had wingspans nearly 3 feet long!
Negotiating for our crab
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Above the seafood market, the second floor is populated with several restaurants that will cook your fish to order. We went upstairs to one of them and handed our plastic bag to the ajumma. She pulled out the hefty crab, nodded her approval, then took the hapless crab back to the kitchen to prepare our meal. We really didn’t have to provide much instruction on how we wanted our catch prepared – there could only be one way to do justice to a live Alaskan king crab. Fifteen minutes after the ajumma carried our crab off to his fate, he was returned to us with his long legs draping over the edges of a white, oval plate. Having been steamed in his own sweet juices, he was now a brilliant, mouth-watering red color.
Meat
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King Crab and rice
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