Some of you may find it difficult to believe that I have lived in New England nearly all my life and I have never ever eaten a lobster. I vaguely remember trying a lobster casserole once ….but eating the ugly red crustacean….NOPE! Never! I know that makes me a bit of an oddball. I can’t tell you how many times people have shaken their heads and looked at me quizzically and said “WHAT? Are you kidding?” Then again, I get that same response when I tell people that I don’t drink coffee.
My son, Daniel, decided that going out for lobster would be a fitting last night for him here on the North Shore. He’s off to join the Foreign Service and is headed for a life of fantastic adventures. I agreed with him that the event of his ole mom finally taking the plunge and consuming what he considers a New England delicacy would be a wonderful way to spend our last night at home together. So we headed over to the legendary Woodman’s in Essex, Massachusetts.
Here are the photos to document our trip.
Woodman’s, founded in 1914, is one of the most popular seafood restaurants around!
Before consumption
Getting ready to dive in
All bibbed up and ready to go….
Daniel demonstrating how to get all the lobster meat out of each and every location
Proof that I am, in fact, eating my lobster
Mission accomplished. We consumed two lobsters and I’m still alive to talk about it.
So the natural question is: What did you think?
Eating a lobster is a lot of work. It is almost a sport. The taste is okay. Maybe I will have one once a year. Maybe not. I prefer fried clams and onion rings personally. And I only have those once a year too.
I was happy to have a memorable night out with my son and that, to me, was the real highlight.
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