The crab at Fatty Crab in Kuala Lumpur is true to its reputation — fresh, tender and drenched in the perfect spicy, tangy sauce
January 2009 was a very different time for the hubby and me. We were recently engaged and in the throes of planning our wedding. We were living in Washington, DC, enjoying our work there, and surrounded by our friends and frequent visits from family. And yet, the pull of Malaysia was already calling to us.
On a weekend visit to New York, we stopped by The Fatty Crab, a Malaysian-inspired restaurant. We’d read good things about the place, a dimly-lit hipster joint with fun cocktails (mine was served in a giant coconut, which was novel to me at the time) and to-die-for chili crab. The crab set us back around $40 and arrived at our table in a bowl drenched in a delightfully tangy, sticky, spicy sauce dotted with chopped scallions and accompanied by pieces of crisp, buttered Texas toast for dipping. I remember licking my fingers clean and slurping up my rum-infused coconut water, feeling pretty good about myself (although that euphoric feeling would disintegrate later that day as the hubby, our friends and I would continue on to have a multi-meal, single-day gorgefest involving goat tacos, bacon brittle, Grimaldi’s pizza, bagels and lox, and pork buns).







I need this. December. Make it happen.
Amy: you do and it will.
Please remind me — why the hell did we not go here last December? If the answer is not “they were closed down because of a fire” or the “road out of town caved in,” I don’t want to hear it.
Because I wanted to keep something to dangle over your head and remind you why you need a repeat visit to Kuala Lumpur, that’s why.
I still remember that crab from NYC, so I can only imagine how good the original is. Yum . . . I think I need to go back NOW!
Greg: Do it! It was delicious…