The quaint and rustic establishment proved to be quite popular in the neighbourhood as it quickly filled up and it wasn't just the football game playing on the tv screen that was bringing in the punters.
The menu was small but perfectly formed and there were a great selection of specials available including a seven hour slow roasted lamb joint for five and our dinner for the evening; a whole crab.
We were feeling quite daunted by our rash decision (ok it was my fault) when we were presented with suspicious looking tools including a pronged skewer and what looked like an overgrown nutcracker. Being absolute novices at crab disection we consulted the ever trusty Google. Oh god what had we done.
Our crab, who we named Sebastian, was brought our table shortly after the research sesdion and we were left staring in utter disbelief at the plate before deciding that the best way forward would be to crack the shell and slowly pull out the white meat.
In theory this worked yet in practice it didn't go quite as smoothly as planned especially when we got the cracker out and crab flew over to the other side of the room.
The phrase 'working for your supper' was taken to a whole other level when you had to crack, pull, twist and gently tease to get even just a little bit of meat from its shelly prison.
To say that I was proud of our efforts that evening would be an understatement as Sebastian was not going to go down quietly; from flinging his claws around the room to trying to choke us on countless occasions our crab put up an admirable fight. Alas for poor Sebastian he was one of lucky ones...he was in for a worser fate proving that the seaweed is not always greener.
