Craving lobster, dripping in butter? According to a recent article in the New York Times, now is your chance. Lobster is wicked cheap.
I advise you to head directly to Prince Edward Island where every restaurant offers their version of the world's best lobster roll. Of course, lobsters are not limited to rolls, but served a dozen different ways. You can get them to go, cooked, or alive, with only a flimsy rubber band standing between you and their GIGANTIC claws. You will find lobster in salad, soup, sushi, pasta, and on pizza. Even Subway and McDonalds get in on lobster madness, with signs screaming at passersby to “GET YOUR LOBSTER SANDWICH BEFORE THEY ARE GONE.” Lobsters are practically currency. I imagine that when a child growing up on PEI loses his tooth, he wakes up with a lobster under his pillow. That is what I call geographic opportunity.
Did I mention that I love lobster? Each well-earned, sweet morsel is worth the hassle of learning how to get the damn thing open. it goes without saying that everyone has a technique when it comes to eating a lobster. My approach is simple. I remove the meat first, placing it gently to the side; watching my pile build like a pirate’s booty. After the undignified cracking, pulling, and hammering I wash my hands, clear the shells from the table, wipe away the mess, and then swirl my reward around in butter. It is simply the best. Lobstah!
I went INSANE when I saw these chips. The $5.99 price tag didn’t deter me from slapping my Canadian loonies down on the counter. The cashier looked at me as if I lost my buoys and remarked “six bucks for chips is a lot of money.” I happily grabbed my bag, chirping that I was on vacation. Admittedly, they were not good, but I liked the idea of them, so I ate the ENTIRE bag.
This sign was hypnotizing. I needed to know how the lobster roll at McDonalds tasted. Did it stack up? Was it real meat? I should have flushed my Canadian dollars down the drain along with the U.S. economy.
The McDonald's lobster roll certainly looked edible. It had real lobster meat, although it was drowning in mayonnaise. Strike one. I prefer my lobster rolls with butter, not mayo. Strike 2: iceberg lettuce. Strike 3, the expiration date read 8/30 3:25 pm. By my watch only three hours until the roll would be rotten. The precise timing of an expiration date made me suspicious and left me disenchanted. Despite three noted strikes, my friend Denise took a HUGE bite in anticipation of lobster deliciousness. Oh dear. Revolting. That is why I will tell you about my Catalan seafood stew instead.
One night we had a very expensive meal at Dayboat, a highly regarded restaurant on the island. I wouldn't recommend the restaurant overall because the service was bad. As in, "waiter there is literally a fly in my soup" bad. The food was good, however. This soup featured haddock, shrimp, clams, mussels, and at center stage, the star of PEI, lobster.
