21 July 2008

[miladycarol]

This morning, we drove into Boston. We parked near Chinatown and had a lovely dim sum breakfast in an old theatre. We walked around Boston, had another dim sum for lunch, then drove through MIT and Harvard campuses before returned to the hotel in Peabody to pick up Kean and Matthew for dinner in Salem.

We went to The Lobster Shanty.



It was quite an adventure. G wanted boiled lobster. They offered a 1 1/4# for $25 and a 3# for $50 -- except they were out of the 3# so they were substituting a 5# lobster for the same price. It was a deal that couldn't be ignored, so we decided to share between the four of us. The lobster was so huge the shell cracking implements of destruction were too small to give the proper leverage. We were having so much fun, the couple seated next to us were enthralled. We provided them an evening of entertainment. The gentleman kept staring at our huge beast, clearly, he had lobster envy. He ordered the 1 1/4# for himself as the large ones were gone. I tried to console him when his little lobster arrived by assuring him it was no reflection on his manhood that his lobster was so tiny. *wicked grin*

After an uproarious dinner of quips and antics, we had a great chat about moving forward together in business, walked about the town, then return to the hotel. I'd say it was a great success.

Comments

[ninjakitten]

How much of that sign is accurate, if any?

[miladycarol.livejournal.com]

The gentleman at the next table -- the one with small lobster syndrome -- reported his beer was cold, not warm. I encountered neither the cooks nor the bartenders as we were seated outside. The food tasted great. The waitress, however, was a bit surly. Not in a rude way, merely in a I'm-the-only-wait-staff-on-this-busy-night-and-patrons-are-asking-far-too-many-questions way.

So, one fifth. *smiles*