When the name of your eating establishment is already a double entendre, it might make sense to use this fact for promotional purposes.
Crabby Dicks is a Rehoboth Beach eatery right here in mine own Delaware. In gathering information for this review, to my surprise I discovered that this eatery is sort of a mini-chain extending from Florida, to my birth city of Baltimore, now on to Delaware. After over 50 years of living in Baltimore I did not discover this tongue-in-cheek seafood place until I moved to Delaware.
The restaurant is on the biggest and most notorious highway here in the Delmarva peninsula. Which, specifically, is Route 1, or Coastal Highway. In Baltimore the establishment is tucked away in a little corner in that city's Fells Point area.
How could anyone not notice Crabby Dicks as it sits proud and unashamed near the Rehoboth Beach resort? Beginning with that little matter of its highway sign. Oh my, there are many very unpleasant publicity over the sign that continues on via radio diatribes and mine own husband's constant complaints.
Well yeah, Crabby Dicks' sign is, well, it's a little dirty. Again, look at the name of the establishment. This too can be construed two ways.
"Get Your Big Crabby Balls Here". "Balls of Meat to Die For". "Crabs in Balls? We Got Them Here".
Okay, so I made up the above billboard slogans. But they are the sorts of marquee texts one routinely finds on Delaware's Crabby Dicks' roadside business sign.
The Delaware talk radio circuit sometimes spends endless time on the subject of Crabby Dicks' roadside marquee, only giving the restaurant more business as The Wise I sees it.
But what about the food?
Thought you'd never ask.
Although, first, the ambience.
Again, tongue-in-cheek. Sure to bring a smile. For eating crabs is a cheerful, messy, yea even dirty, activity.