The Nana was a big winner at the 7/7/07 drawing at the casino, and she left J & I some cash for dinner. I’ve been jonseing for a lobster, so we headed down to the water, intent on getting lobster and hopefully trying somewhere new. We’re really good at coming up with tons of restaurants we want to eat at, but never going to them because we like to go to the same old comfortable places where you know the food will be good.We tried to try somewhere new, really we did, but we looked at menus for two new places and neither of them had lobster. What the freak? I could see the water from the restaurant, how could they not have lobster? Can’t you just go pluck them out of the harbor? (Hah-bah, for those Bostonians playing along at home.) Anyways, we headed to a place we’ve been to numerous times, a place with the best clam chowder ever. Why is it the best clam chowder ever, you ask? Well, because it is served with a pat of butter on top. How can we make an uber-fattening food even more fattening? Add tasty lard! Brilliant! (No, seriously. It is brilliant.)
Have you had lobster lately? Do you know what they cost? Almost as much as a tank of gas! $30 for a 1-1/4 pound lobster with some sides. Thank goodness for the Nana’s gambling problem! And they’re a lot of work. I probably should have gotten extra bibs for the patrons at the tables near us, as I’m pretty sure half of my meat landed over there. At the price I was paying, I wanted to pick it out of the hair of the girl at the table next to us, but I thought it might be awkward for her date. J looked at me at one point, while I had my bib on, crackers in one hand, tongue sticking out in concentration, lobster juice flying everywhere, and said “I really can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
Thankfully, the lobster did not look like this one. I may have never eaten lobster again. Despite the price and the mess, the lobster was fabulous. And the waitress seemed genuinely impressed that J & I could put down as much food as we did. Woo-hoo! Eat that, Kobayashi!