Han V. Food: Mud Crab Cafe
I have a confession to make….I am a burger addict. A habit which is ritually fed by every quirky, bohemian burger venture that Manchester has to offer. If there is an amazing burger rumoured to exist, I will have to check it out.
Last saturday I battled through the snow and (delayed) metrolinks for a date with my burger destiny. Mud Crab Cafe in Didsbury was the venue, The Original Dirty Burger was the chosen one.
Despite a tantalising menu of wacky and wonderful creations, including the Duck & Waffle – slow roasted duck with a maple syrup hash browns – and the Greek USA – a cheeseburger with peanut butter and fried egg – I was instantly drawn to the loaded feast of tender pulled pork, BBQ sauce and premium beef that is the Original Dirty Burger.
Tucked away at the end of Didsbury Village, Mud Crab Cafe captures the effortless charm that so many Manchester restaurants try to imitate. Offering Didsbury residents a slice of the eccentric vibe found in the Northern Quarter, mixed with the maturity of a Chorlton hang out. With a lavish cocktail bar at the front, avant-garde decor and plenty of ample seating opportunities, the restaurant ticked all of the brunch time criteria that we could have hoped for.
I had skipped breakfast for the occasion, something which I never normally do, so I was properly famished by the time we ordered. I shared a Middle Eastern Starter plate with my boyfriend to begin with, which I’m afraid I didn’t photograph as we practically inhaled it. It was tasty, with oil soaked vine leaves, hummus and onion bhajis, but it was on the smaller side. Considering it was meant to be a sharing plate for a few people it didn’t last very long and we polished it off within a few minutes.
Without too much of a wait the main meals arrived. Dog dishes filled with condiments appeared on the table, adding to the quirky atmosphere. As a regular visitor to Black Dog Ballroom, I did wonder why they haven’t cottoned on to doing the same thing too.
Huge plates brimming with, what can only be described as, perfect french fries (imagine McDonald’s grown up, sophisticated brother- who has possibly been on a gap yah to Vietnam) descended upon us. The enormous portion of fries hugged the mammoth sized burgers. My burger was actually so big that for the first time in my entire burger consuming life I had to cut it in half and tackle the beast with a fork!
As you can imagine, the burger was sensational. The zingy slaw complimented the pulled pork BBQ taste brilliantly and the meat was cooked to perfection. It was a burger Jules Winnfield himself would have killed for. One of the things I enjoyed most about Mud Crab was the portion size, as there was none of that de-constructed tiny little portion rubbish that you find in so many other restaurants of the same calibre.
I left feeling full, happy and satisfied with my burger mission (at least for now!) and would definitely go back to Mud Crab Cafe to tackle the next thing on the menu.