"If you're a normal person, your favorite part of a crab is the tender meat housed within its shell. You like crab claws, crabcakes, crab soup, and all of the other socially acceptable crabmeat delicacies. But what if you're a pervert for marine arthropods? What if a crab's mere flesh isn't enough to satisfy you? And what if you're willing to burrow deeper inside of the animal, tearing through the entirety of its internal tissue, in hopes of finding a bigger prize?"
"Some basics about Swan Oyster Depot before we get to the messy part. It opened in 1912 and has remained essentially the same place since its inception, its politics likely included. There are no reservations and they only take cash. Combine that with ownership's apparent MAGA fandom, and that makes Swan Oyster Depot a "this better be worth it" kinda joint."
"There's also no printed menu at Swan Oyster Depot. All items are listed on the wall behind the counter, with the specials of the day tacked up separately, and in a haphazard manner. I sit down with Montero and survey my options while the Marshall Tucker Band plays over the loud speakers (freedom rock works perfectly in this space; it gives it just the right kinda vibe). I spot a small, handwritten sign on the far end of the wall confirming they have crab back."
Swan Oyster Depot in San Francisco opened in 1912 and retains much of its original appearance and atmosphere. The counter operates without reservations and accepts cash only. Menu items are displayed on the wall behind the counter while daily specials are handwritten and posted separately. The establishment exhibits clear political leanings among ownership. Crab back, a preparation of crab internal organs, appears as a limited special typically available in the morning. Patrons often arrive early to avoid lines and to secure scarce items like crab back. Classic rock music contributes to the counter's distinctive vibe.
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