mardi 9 août 2005

Lobster, my love.

If there's one thing the New England area is good for, aside from horrid thunderstorms IN THE SUMMER, is lobster. LOBSTER. Yum. And there's nothing more fun than going for lobster rolls on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. There are so many places to go in the beautiful Cape Ann area (so much easier to get to than Cape Cod, and perfect for an afternoon jaunt), and this time we chose Woodman's of Essex, in, er, Essex.

How can you not love a place where you can buy whole steamed lobsters outside? The guys quickly reheat the already-cooked lobsters in an enormous vat of boiling water, then crack the shells for you and serve them with drawn butter and lemon slices. I was tempted. Very tempted. So tempted I almost indulged.

But we were there for lobster rolls, which require much less effort to eat.

Oh sorry, not lobster rolls. But check out the size of those clamcakes! Freshly fried with large chunks of clam, mmmm. They would have been better with a little malt vinegar dashed on top, but were quite tasty nonetheless dipped in tartar sauce.

Ah, yes, here we go. Lobster rolls. LOBSTER ROLLS. Heaping piles of lobster, served in a nicely buttered and toasted bun, with a good side of french fries. What could make any girl happier?

Here's a close-up, in case the other picture wasn't enough to have you drooling. Just so pretty.

I really am going to miss having lots of lobster at my ready disposal.

And here is my friend's dog, sitting so nicely and prettily, because she knows that if she looks cute, I'll feed her. She just stares until you give her food, and since I'm a softie like that, the happy puppy got many of my french fries. Then we took her frolicking on the beach, and that was one even happier puppy. As were we happy humans, after our lobster and loads of fried goodness.