The first time I went to visit H. in Maine, we ate lobster every day. I felt very lucky.
Day one: a pasta lunch, made extraordinary with buttery, meaty chunks scattered among the fresh tomatoes and salad greens.
On day two, we waited in line for an hour and a half for this beauty.
Lobster roll, courtesy of Red’s Eats, Wiscasset, Maine.
It was worth it. The roll consisted of pure, fresh lobster meat, without any mayo to get in the way. A huge plus for a mayo-hater like myself. The roll was lightly buttered and toasty-crisp.
We also shared some fried zucchini sticks for a twist from typical fries.
It was one of the worthiest lines in which I’ve ever stood.