Ellison is talking crustacea
over here, and I have to say, I loves me some lobster.
I don’t consider Dead Mobster lobster real either, oh fedorae’d one. I’ve eaten the real thing too.
Many years ago, I did a job in Dexter, maine. Flew in and out of Bangor. I put in some time there just wandering around in a rental car, and found that i could easily get to an area where lobster boats came to dock. I bought a nice sized lob off a guy unloading his boat for $5 cash, and I took it to a guy on the shore who boiled it for me, and gave me a little plastic container of drawn butter, for another $5. There was a 2×12 on top of pilings on the dock, and attached to it, were cheap pliers welded to steel chains, which were in turn attached to screw eyes.
I stood at that 2×12, smelling the salt air, pulling flesh out of the lobster and eating it, cracking the claws with the tethered pliers and dipping the meat into lemon drawn butter, feeling it run down my face and dampen my shirt. I looked like an idiot. My mouth was incredibly happy. I felt grand. I never felt that good about a meal I paid ten bucks for in my whole life.
Lobster anywhere else hasn’t been the same since.
The only way to eat seafood. Once you experience it, the stuff you get here in the middle of the country just doesn’t seem worth it at half the price!
As a native New Englandah, you are spot on.
There’s a road that takes you over to Mt. Desert Island from the mainland, & it’s a veritable “lobstah alley”. Little joints line the road with big steaming pots out front. Pick your picnic table, & go to it.
‘Course now, with the gout ‘n all, lobstah is but a distant memory.
Damn.
Sounds like one hell of a meal!