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Fatty Crab Scuttles Uptown by Gael Greene
In its cramped little pocket downtown on Hudson Street, steps from the clatter of couturier gentrification on 14th Street, Fatty Crab drew chili freaks and adventurers in ethnic eating with its feverish early press. Believers dedicated to this edible haj, they cooled their jets in line waiting to claim a tiny table. Unwilling to suffer in queues, I finally let myself be dragged along for my own first Fatty Crab thrill.
Earlier than usual one evening, with the line yet to gel, the four of us spotted a group likely to clear out soon and began at the bar with Fatty pork tea sandwiches and cocktails before moving to a kindergarten-size tea table. Memories of waves of layered spice and chili heat had pricked my cravings from time to time, but I never went back. So the rumored cloning of Fat and Crabby on Broadway next to Tom Valenti