I know, I know. I’m the out-of-towner that needs to get with the program. Butter, much like bacon, makes everything better.
Now, I like lobster as much as the next person. But I have never in my life had it served up the way I did at a family friend’s home in Westbrook this weekend.
Picture the clueless California girl, sitting in a real Mainer’s home … very excited about having lobster somewhere NOT in a restaurant.
Now, in California … they serve us the tail with a little ramekin of butter for dipping. We think we’re being classy and cool when we order lobster tail.
Imagine my surprise when I’m handed a huge bowl of melted butter. My eyes swell and I’m immediately thinking that the lobster I’m going to eat has got to be a mutant.
Oh, little California girl … you’re so out of the loop. You don’t DIP the lobster meat in the bowl of butter … you dump it all in. ALL of it. And you spoon lobster meat with excess butter on ciabatta bread. And you enjoy. And come to the realization that paradise does in fact exist, and if you died tomorrow? You would die blissfully happy. Now, I’m pretty sure that I still have butter in my pores, but that’s alright.
Holy fried potatoes: State of Maine? You are absolutely my new best friend.
I don’t know if there’s an official name for this particular way of serving lobster: but I really don’t think I can eat lobster the same way. The rest of the United States? Keep your ramekins and measly portions of butter … give me the giant bowl of butter with the toasted ciabatta bread!
–Taryn “Diego” Crane