Crabby Dicks
The wash of double entendres confronting you at Crabby Dicks is thrust upon you when you open the menu, confronted with ‘hot and steamy''‘ shrimp and clams, ‘big crab balls’ depicted in a cartoon with a female crab responding, ‘suck my claws,’ and other amatory language. Indeed, the menu opens with an anti-Dickens fable taking place in Dick County, with a female crab observing the largest and tastiest balls she ever was asked to . . . eat? You can imagine where it goes from there, ending with a ‘Top it Off, Hon” menu item. Excusing the in-your-face imagery, Crabby Dicks is a typical crab and seafood beach haunt, with good in-season crab dishes and seafood prepared numerous ways, many satisfying but not succulent. The seafood is regularly fresh and prepared with vitality by an experienced kitchen, as Crabby Dicks has stood the test of Rt. 1 Coastal Highway time for many years, even if it has more wrinkles than the less than soft sexual imagery t-shirts you are presented to purchase upon exit. The outdoor sign used to titillate passing motorists with risqué messages daring you to drop by for some faux indecent fun or less, but wokeness the past years has prevailed, and today, the messaging is about the food only; leave it to the menu to entertain and provoke explanations to your kids when they ask the meaning of the introductory menu passage, “Miss Dick says even her 91-year-old mother, who lives next door to her, says she hasn’t seen balls like these in at least 30 years.” Makes you wonder why Miss Dick’s mother lives next door, and, no matter, whose balls did momma Dick observe 31 years ago to rival the biggest balls ever seen at Crabby Dicks? Ahh, the Delmarva Foodie Elitist does not care to learn the answer . . .