Leroy St. to 18th St., Sixth Ave. to West Side Hwy.
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Everything from this Malaysian restaurant's laid-back and droopy-trousered but deceptively efficient crew to its open kitchen and congenially cramped environs is reminiscent of Chef Zak Pelaccio (5 Ninth)'s late, beloved Williamsburg venture the Chickenbone Cafe. In typical small-plate fashion, diners are encouraged to share, and plates emerge from the open kitchen as they’re ready. Malaysian food, apparently, makes excellent bar snacks: A few items seem designed to accompany an ice-cold beer or two (there are several offbeat choices on the mostly Asian list, including Hitachino’s new Ginger). Meat dishes are unapologetically messy, from the richly lacquered Jalan Alor chicken wings (sweet, sticky, and not too meaty), to the “fatty duck” (three or four brined, steamed, and fried hunks that defy knife, fork, and chopstick), to the pair of sweetly sauced, gratifyingly meaty Heritage Foods pork ribs. — Rob Patronite and Robin Raisfeld
The crispy pork belly with watermelon is a perfect blend of melt-in-your-mouth meat and herbs with the sweetness of the watermelon. The duck also just melts in your mouth with a perfect balance of spices and herbs, and the meat is cooked perfectly with a crispy exterior and a soft, tasty inside. Oh and yes, the meats are greasy. It's called "Fatty" Crab.
The Chili Crab is also cooked in an out-of-this-world sweet and spicy sauce, the contents of which my taste buds could not figure out. Only down-side, we were surprised by the total: almost 100$ for two without alcohol. Make sure you ask how much the crab is, as the price changes with the season.
Fatty Crab
Are You Done Yet? or Make Room For the Bar Crowd, Bye!
We met another couple here to enjoy a meal and talk. Forget both. This branch of Fatty Crab's kitchen is not the same as the UWS. The food was pathetic and the service was unabashedly brazen about getting us the hell out. The decibel level of the redundant music was the hint to go elsewhere. Against my better judgement we stayed and endured a series of plates that were at best uninspired and meagre. The slidders were dry, under spiced and had gristle to boot. The fish fry was lame as were the steamed pork buns. The duck breast was mostly fat and bone. A horrible rip off. Zak Pelaccio best take a look here. The before-tip tab was $155 with four glasses of wine. Would not return even if comped.