The Alaskan King Crab which was a gigantic, feisty kicking thing a few minutes prior, arrived transformed into a tall Jenga-like structure of legs, legs, legs.
Showered in a bucketload of fried golden garlic bits, each piece of crab leg had a delicate coating of batter so its resoundingly sweet flesh was sealed within, right up until the moment it was pushed/pulled out to meet the fragrant pungence of the garlic en route to my waiting mouth.
This, and the “lobster tower”, are what you need to order when you pay a visit to the “Fishman Lobster Clubhouse”. They’re in a league of their own and incredibly delicious.