I always assumed it was the case, but now I am absolutely convinced that Wellingtonians are completely unphased by the city’s infamous wind. It was wet and blowing a gale of over 100kmph and still, many other great minds like us braved it and headed to The Crab Shack on the waterfront. We thought the wild weather would give us our best chance of getting a table without a wait of over an hour… and we were right, but only just. The place was pumping, we got one of the last tables, and after that we saw the waiting list get longer and longer. Simon, forget about Euro- you’ve got a goldmine here.