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Lobster Shack

Open 2020+

East Quay


01227 771923

Above photo 2019.

Lobster Shack 2019

Above photo 2019.


Previously known as the "Whitstable Brewery Bar" this venue now seems to focus on sea food and may be closed for private functions.


From the

Aspiring army soldier William Horley, 17, died after taking drugs 'from the dark web'.

"I just want kids to be aware they don't know what they're taking and this could happen to anyone of them"

William Horley 2018

William Horley had been accepted into the army and was scouted by a modelling agency before his death.

The police have confirmed they are investigating the suspected supplier of a fatal drug which led to the death of a teenage boy.

William Horley, 17, who lived in Herne Bay, died on the morning of July 23, last year after taking what he and his friend believed to be Tramadol and Xanax.

The inquest, at Canterbury Magistrates Court today (January 9), heard he had been working at the Lobster Shack restaurant in Whitstable the day before his death.

The hearing was told that the Herne Bay High pupil and a friend had bought the drugs, one being a strong prescribed painkiller and the other to help with anxiety, from a seller who had obtained them from the dark web.

The dark web is defined as a part of the internet that can only be reached with certain software, and leaving its users untraceable and anonymous.

The pair had taken the drugs during their shift at the restaurant and had gone to the harbour to have some drinks with friends from work afterwards.

William then went back to his friend's house in Whitstable and slept there.

The following morning, neither William's friend or his sister were able to wake him, and after attempting CPR, called a neighbour to help.

Having failed to find a pulse, they phoned for an ambulance which brought the boy to the QEQM Hospital in Margate.

But he never regained consciousness and died at hospital.

A post-mortem found the cause of death as a tramadol overdose as well as pneumonia, which may have been exacerbated by the drug preventing him from breaching.

William's friend who he had been working with the previous day said that they had taken tramadol in order to get through a difficult shift during the Whitstable Oyster Festival.

He said that to his knowledge William had never taken the drug before.

DS Martin William told the inquest that he believes the tablets may have been purchased from the Netherlands on the dark web.

Police are currently investigating a teenager who could have supplied the drugs.

William had been a keen sportsman, having played rugby since he was four, boxed for Canterbury, took part in kick-boxing and MMA.

He was about to fulfil his boyhood dream of joining the army, coming seventh out of 41 applicants in his assessment.

At the time of his death he had arranged to meet with a model agency having been noticed by a scout while on holiday with his father.

His mother Kim Webster, spoke of the terrible loss of a "caring, young man" who had made one terrible mistake.

"He was a typical teenager, full of life," she said.

"I was very proud of him."

She said the pair had a very close relationship, that he told her all about his life and that it would never have occurred to him to take his own life.

"He had too much going for him," she said.

"He was ambitious. He knew what he wanted.

"He loved his sport and he loved life.

"He was just a beautiful happy boy who had a loving family around him."

'He took that chance and paid the price'

Mrs Webster spoke of her plans to hold sessions with youngsters at Herne Bay High in a bid to teach them the dangers of drug use.

"Just because Tramadol is a prescribed drug doesn't it mean it's safe for anyone to take," she said.

"William had his whole life ahead of him.

"I think it was just an experiment over the summer for him before going into the army.

"To other young people, I would say just think, take that time to think about it.

"They're taking that chance. William was a happy boy, he took that chance and paid the price.

"I just want kids to be aware they don't know what they're taking and this could happen to anyone of them."


From the By Tom Bowles, 25 September 2019.

Where the world really is your oyster...

Well we made it at last. Up to Whitstable, on a blustery September day, at the very start of the native oyster season. It’s my son Freddy’s last day of the holidays, and he has bivalves on his mind.

So we take the train east and wander through the backstreets of this pretty Kentish town, past beach huts, battered boats and a processing plant, where the shellfish are cleansed and sorted. The air is sharp with that English seaside iodine tang, the cobalt sky clear, save for a few wisps of cloud. And on we move into The Lobster Shack, which overlooks a choppy North Sea.

There are live lobsters in a tank at the entrance, big buggers, on sale at 104 each. Yikes.

Lobster Shack bar 2019

‘Lobsters are so expensive these days,’ says Freddy with a sigh. Freddy is nine. Anyway, the room is a step up from a shack, hung with lobster pots and a sail. And, somewhat incongruously, a canoe.

We order a dozen natives at the counter, flat and elegant, and a dozen rocks (about 17.50 a dozen), rather fatter. And half a lobster too. The oysters couldn’t be more local, farmed a few metres off the beach, and the restaurant is owned by The Whitstable Oyster Company. It farms some of the best oysters on Earth. And there’s something rather lovely about eating them at source.

It’s the first time Freddy has had the natives. I find them more delicate and discreet than their burly Pacific cousin. They hum rather than holler, whisper rather than shout. Freddy eats one. Then another. Then does the same with the rocks. ‘Well, what do you think’? I ask, awaiting pearls of wisdom to drop from his mouth. ‘Hmm. The flat ones are sweeter and less salty.’ He pauses to slurp another rock. ‘But I prefer these ones.’

The half-lobster appears with some very average chips. It’s beautifully cooked, so the flesh still has that blessed succulence. But 20 for two bites? There’s steep. And then there’s downright precipitous.




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