A crab for Christina

Just attempting a catch-up and noticed Christina’s poignant longing for a nice south coast crab.

Here’s one I ate earlier.  Found the image on my phone last night.  Had quite forgotten I’d even taken it.

Author: janh1

Part-time hedonist.

17 thoughts on “A crab for Christina”

  1. Oh the horror, the longing!
    It is what I miss most the good fish.
    a proper crab and a Milford plaice, oh……!

    Hope you enjoyed it to the full and licked the shell for me!

  2. Looks absolutely delicious, Jan, but to paraphrase Crocodile Dundee, “That isn’t a crab. THIS is a crab.”

    A coconut crab to be precise, the largest land crab in the world and powerful enough to break open the cocunuts on which it feeds, common throughout the more remote archipelagos of the South Pacific and as good a meal as you will ever, ever eat (trust me on this!) – if you can find anyone brave enough to wrestle one into submission, that is.



  3. My last really memorable crab-fest was in Pembrokeshire, Tina, and very splendid it was too!

    We tried to bring some back but we were all sitting there with implements at the ready, when we unwrapped the freshly caught crab and discovered our hostess had given us the wrong package and an organic chicken emerged. Bilby was extremely miffed!

  4. Miffed!? I have never quite recovered from the disappointment. I joined in the jolly laughter, of course, but on that day I shed tears as I shuffled off to bed. Sob!

  5. If you are down Pembs/Cards way again, the Ship Inn on the beach in Llangrannog is the best place for crab.
    They have a very nice eating area out front with awnings and a view right over the beach, I used to always take the boy there as a teenager when we lived in Carmarthenshire, so much easier than wretched packed lunches on the beach, good safe swimming too.

  6. Thanks Tina.

    I’ll make a note of that. It’s a lovely part of the world. The friends we visited bought the crab freshly caught and cooked and we had them for supper at their house. They have now moved abroad so there is not quite the same imperative to visit the area. They lived very close to you, I think; just round the corner from Neyland, on the river.

  7. We enjoyed crab claws for Mrs J’s b’day last week, purchased fresh from Skagen in t’far narth and delivered by courier. Yummy and the next best thing to the whole beast.

  8. If this tickles your fancy or your palette, as far as I know there is only one place in London that have these on the menue, I go there about six times a year and can attest that they are fantastic. It may not be the cheapest meal you have eaten but it will be one of the best.

  9. Glad you spotted it, Christina. Trust me, I did it justice – and thanks for the Ship Inn tip. Duly noted in back of diary!

    OZ, what a magnificent creature!! I do crab-wrestle, given the chance but I’d probably give that one a wide and respectful berth. Astonishing that it climbs trees to fetch its food.

    I agree Rick. I prefer crab too – lobster good but sweeter.

    Excellent taste, then Janus. That would be my birthday treat too.

    My tastebuds have all simultaneously gone “ping” OMG. So where is this restaurant? Alaskan Crabs – Snow Crabs – same species?

  10. Probably the pub is owned by someone else by now but the situation of the place alone makes it worth the trip, if you can find Llangrannog, its a ball of string type place! Just South of New Quay on the N Ceiridigion coast.
    New Quay is to be avoided like the plague, ‘full of kiss me quick hats and green ice cream’, plebs and screaming sprogs.
    Mwnt is a lovely NT beach if you can do the steps. Very warm water.

  11. Janh1
    The place that serves the Alaskan King Crab is probably one of the smallest pubs you have ever been in but it has just won ‘gastropub’ of the year. It’s in Barnes SW London and it’s called ‘The Idle Hour.’

  12. Jan – Why am I not surprised that you crab-wrestle? Joking apart, a Samoan chiefteness (Yes, they do have a matrilineal hierarchy) once told me how the men go hunting for these beasts.

    They go to the beach with a crate of beer and sit under a coconut palm for as long as it takes for a crab to clinb the tree to pick off a fresh coconut. Whilst the crab is doing this, the ‘hunter’ climbs up behind it and ties a garland of fresh grass just below the palm’s crown. On his return to the ground he packs volcanic roxks aound the tree trunk, takes his crate of beer to a different tree and waits.

    Meanwhile the coconut crab, having successfully dislodged a fresh coconut, starts its backwards descent. Suddenly it feels grass and, thinking that it is already on the ground, lets go of the trunk (these things have a leg-span between three and six feet) and plummets thirty or forty feet to a shell-shattering demise on the lava rocks. The hunter leisurely finishes the last beer in the crate before returning triumphantly to the village with his ‘kill’.


  13. I will make a special effort to seek out both the place and that beach. Thanks Tina!!

    Ooo OMG, I know a bit of Barnes – the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust reserve. The pub name alone is redolent of a long lazy lunch. Another one for the back of the diary, then. 🙂 I’ve been in the Woolpack at Slad – Laurie Lee’s pub. That’s just two cosy little rooms.

    LOL Have to admire that strategy, OZ! I’m referring particularly to the important inclusion of beer in the process, obviously. 😉 And I suppose the women have the job of separating all the bits of shell from the lovely crabmeat…

Add your Comment

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s