My Dad is permanently on the lookout for “the best” lobster roll. CAVEAT: Within a 5 mile radius of his house. I’ve seriously questioned his choices when Panera Bread and The 99 are in the top 5 spots, but I’m also not about to question someone who is buying me a lobster anything. If I’m paying 20 dollars for a sandwich, it needs to be REALLY good. But he is much more flexible about what is good or worth money, and he usually opts for convenience and does it get the job done. That’s probably something I should work on. Lower your standards and reach for the stars.
smallest lobster sandwich ever.
Anyway. I think the Lobster search is super sweet and we always get the benefit of a lobster sandwich and lunch/dinner with all of us together, so am a big supporter of his cause. Here are his stats for this summer so far:
These are direct quotes. Best Lobster Rolls/Sandwiches right now, 5 mile radius. According to my Dad.
1)Panera Bread($17) – “Don’t get the apple.”
2) The 99 (?) -“But you can’t trust them. They get rid of it and don’t even tell you.”
3) DIY Classic –“Market price and do you really want to do that? Time is money.”
4) Everywhere else –“Crapshoot…you never know. Remember the time I got the slimy meat at Bailey’s?”
5) Price Chopper- “The Worst. They are on a hot dog bun and $5 dollars each. You get what you pay for. You know that, right?”
I thought the Panera one was OK. I told my Dad it was the best I’d ever had because he really likes when I say that. And he doesn’t read this. (Except for when he asks me to PRINT something out and DRIVE it up to him. He emailed me once when AOL came out. He said it took him an hour and half and I am still waiting for it.) As everyone discussed all the plusses of the Panera lobster sandwich (“HUGE! Comes with chips!”) I said something in a totally grateful way about how the chewy bread was giving my jaws a run for their money. My Dad said my jaws are overdue for a rest. And: “This bread is the best. You are wrong. You don’t even eat bread so how would you know? This is good bread. I drive over each weekend and pay 18 dollars (lies) for a loaf and enjoy every slice. Freshest bread I ever had”.
Everyone else really liked it, but I don’t know how much of a critic anyone is when they are on a boat and someone hands them any kind of sandwich. I had a hot dog sandwich one day on the boat and really liked it.
KEEPING CALM AND looking for lobsters.
I just read that the one at Prime is pretty good and it falls within his 5 mile rule, so I’m going to take him there this week to see what he thinks. It’s A DOLLAR more than the one at Panera. Plus there are drinks and a patio. It’s gottaaaaaa be better and I need him to have it.
But that will be my last one of the season, though. I’ve had enough of Summer. As I reluctantly slathered on the SPF 75, I was doing a secret miniature invisible tiny rain dance in my head. I want a rainy cozy day so badly. A stay in bedder. A movie marathon. A hot latte. A good book. A pajama lay around that would make me almost go stir crazy with lazzzzzzze. I miss my neighborhood and the days where everyone is in one place. I’m jonesing for a rainy day like never before. I can’t wait to cook and wear boots and cozy knits and cut back to SPF 25. I’m dying over here. I’ll squeeze the last bits of life out of these next few weekends, but I am pumped for Fall. You know what Fall is? Meatball season, and I am ready to roll. Into DeFazio’s. And eat everything. All the pasta. All the wine. And take a nap.