Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Happy Birthday Grandpapa!

One of my most favorite people in this world turned 93 today.

And I will say that for 93, he is still going strong, except for the mobility part which is a little slower than in the days of yore.

We took him to Cafe Marliave. I went on Monday night for drinks with Pam of CaveCibum and I was already ready to go back. So I persuaded everyone else to go along with the plan, and off we went.

Grandpapa had been to Cafe Marliave once before. Oh back in 1947. Yep. He used to work on Bromfield Street and had eaten at the old cafe back in the day.

Of course the food was delicious. We ate in the downstairs restaurant, and once again I went with the Molasses Flood cocktail. Just as delicious as the first time. Grandpapa also had one, while La Maman went with the Henry Marliave, the Evil Twin opted for the Jenny Churchill, and her B-b-b-boyfriend had a Henry Marliave too. And we opted for a bottle of red wine that was gorgeous.

A large plate of olive oil with fat and juicy olives comes with the bread basket, and that was some delicious olive oil. It was sheer force of willpower that slowed me down. That, and the prospect of dessert afterward...

Let me also just state now for the record that my camera has suddenly developed farsightedness. Boo :(

Then we moved on to appetizers:

I went with the Rarebits. Grandpa insisted it should be called "rabbits" and as he is the birthday boy, I went with it. Basically this dish is composed of melted cheese and bacon. I believe it might also include a splash of beer. It is served with rounds of toasted bread, I think it was brioche, and it was impossible to eat slowly. SO delicious, if you like cheese and bacon melted together.

Grandpapa got the Clam Chowder. Let me explain about the Clam Chowder - first a shallow bowl is placed in front of you and all that is on it is two clams, some hearty chunks of fried bacon, chopped carrots and potatoes. And you say to yourself, hmmm, where is the cream? Then right behind you an arm stretches around and pours a creamy delicious dose of the chowder into the bowl. Heavenly! It's all clam and cream and bacon and delicious. At $12 a bowl, it is worth it at least once in 93 years.

La Maman went with four Cranberry Ledge oysters from Maine. They must have been good because I don't remember her eating them. They were there one minute and then gone the next. La Maman and I share a lust for bivalves that is unmatched in our family and so I think going back for more is as good a reason to go back as any.

The Evil Twin opted for the mussels and the B-b-b-boyfriend went for the tomato and mozzarella salad. I didn't get photos, but I am told the mussels were very tasty. I sneaked a taste of the mozzarella and it was very good - soft and exceptionally fresh tasting.

For dinner I had the Fall Classic which is basically a Pilgrim sandwich done right. It was layers of turkey, cranberry sauce, and mashed potato on toasted brioche, served with a side of gravy. It also came with a side of french fries. The french fries are handmade. Crispy and savory on the outside and soft on the inside and not at all starchy. I could only manage half, sending the other half home with Grandpapa - partly because I was full and partly because I was holding out for dessert.

The B-b-b-boyfriend had the eggplant which he seemed to like. It looked like it was eggplant and lots of melty cheese and tomato sauce - served in a cast iron pot.

Everyone else (Grandpapa, La Maman, Evil Twin) went with the Sunday Night Gravy, which was gnocchi and meat sauce. It looked delicious and for some reason I didn't get to taste that either.

Oh yeah and the B-b-b-boyfriend proved that his good taste is not limited to his love of my sister, but also extends to a love of baked beans. If I ever doubted his suitability, those doubts are certainly gone now!

In the end however we did not get dessert. Grandpapa was suddenly very tired so we decided to skip it. Hey, he is 93 and it's his birthday so he gets to call the shots. Plus we sent him home with all the leftovers.

And at any rate my auntie is coming up for the weekend and I think that it will just be more fun to extend the birthday festivities into the weekend and have cake for him then.

Which also just gives me another reason to go back to the Marliave: dessert!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Turkey Day

I ordered my Diemand Farm turkey today.


The woman I spoke to on the phone sounded very somber indeed when she told me that they regretted having to raise the price to $3.49 per pound.

Seems like a pretty ok price to me considering they are the best damn turkeys I have ever tasted. Ever.

And also because every place else seems to be charging lots more. Well except for Stillmans Farm, and I do want to give them a mention because they also have an excellent product.

Let me say though that these turkey-lurkeys are not certified organic. They are raised by hand however, and left to scratch about outside. Then they are processed by hand, instead of by machines. The woman who raises them at the farm is quite passionate about the whole business and I in turn am passionate about Diemand Farm turkey.

SO, again, if you are interested in getting one for yourself, I will be making the Annual Turkey Shoot trip on the Sunday before Thanksgiving. If you want to order one, let me know and I will pick it up for you. Or I can pick you up one of their excellent chickens, or perhaps some of their delicious turkey sausage.

Or you can come along for the drive. It culminates in a meal at The Old Mill in Westminster. If that is not enough enticement... well then, stay home.

Hooray for Thanksgiving!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Ye Olde Boston Food

And this is good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where Lowells talk only to Cabots,
And Cabots talk only to God.
-John Collins Bossidy

Pam from Cave Cibum and I went on Ye Olde Food Tour of Boston - an event we just thought up to amuse ourselves. In truth I think that I like the idea of Ye Olde Boston food better than the reality. The reality seems to be mostly sh*tty tourist food, with a few nice surprises.

We started at Fanueil Hall/Quincy Market, at Durgin Park. Durgin Park is a Boston institution that natives talk of fondly but only tourists eat at.

Durgin Park signage on the left. Across the way is Sam's Cafe at Cheers. This is a complete Venus-Tourist-Flytrap. Cheers is a fictional Boston bar. Sam Malone is imaginary. It ought to be illegal for non-tourists to go here.

Click on the photos to make them bigger.

The dining room at Durgin Park. And the downstairs meat locker.
The dining room is shabby around the edges and there is a great big open kitchen. The waiter decided that Pam and I were a couple of aliens. We ordered a cup of chowder, a small baked beans, a side of cornbread.

Beans & chowder & the remains. The bean were good, sweet aftertaste and no salt pork bits that I love. The chowder was also pretty good. The cornbread was blech. Bland and dry and blech.

We then ordered the Indian Pudding and the Coffee Jello.

The Indian Pudding was delicious. It was exactly what Indian Pudding ought to taste like. It was served hot with creamy rich vanilla ice cream and had a deep molasses flavor. I love molasses and have been known to eat it directly out of the bottle, one sticky tablespoon at a time, so I am biased. If you don't like the taste, this is not the dessert for you.

As for the Coffee Jello... Well as Pam remarked, it was pretty much astronaut coffee. It was like no other jello I've ever eaten. It was completely peculiar. You could eat it with a knife and a fork. The jello itself was unsweetened, but the dish was piled high with super-sweetened whipped cream - like a regular coffee only jellofied. I equally liked it AND loathed it. Weird. That stuff is weird.

Coffee Jello on a fork. Yep - weird.

Durgin Park: 1 small chowder $4.95, 1 small baked beans $2.95, Baked Indian Pudding $5.95, Coffee Jello $3.95

Then it was on to the Union Oyster House (est. 1826).

We had chowder, and I had a plate of mighty oysters from Connecticut. They were oyster monsters and totally delicious - briny and tender. The oyster bar there is gross though. They have a fly problem and the dishes are dirty. Stuff like that doesn't really bother me, but if you are delicate, you might not appreciate it.

Oh and Tedy Bruschi (#54 Linebacker for the New England Patriots) totally walked in with his wife to have dinner there. Weird, huh. Not coffee jello weird though.

Union Oyster House: 2 small chowders $11.00, 1/2 dozen oysters $12.95

After which we strolled up to Cafe Marliave which re-opened about a month and a half ago. I am in love with that place now. I don't think I could afford to eat in the upstairs restaurant, but I can likely afford the downstairs restaurant, and their oyster bar.

Sadly for us we were sort of Ye Olde Boston food-ed out, but at that point we were ready for a cocktail.

The interior. It has been redone, but not thankfully not overly redone. There are still some shabby bits which add to the ambiance, and they kept the tiled floors which I love.

The fancy drinks menu is different and delicious and $10 per drink. Our very nice bartender Robbie informed us that they offer happy hour from 5-6:30 with free nibbly bits from the kitchen. And Robbie is an excellent bartender - he is very personable and it is clear he likes where he works. Which is probably what will get me to go back, because if the employees are happy, something is working right.

Mmmm the Molasses Flood 1919 on the left and the Henry Marliave on the right. The Molasses Flood is made from Sailor Jerry's rum, molasses, lime, & bitters. It was so good. Again, let me just remind you that I could probably drink a bottle of molasses so I am biased.

The Henry Marliave is concocted of vodka, Lillet Blanc, Chambord, and a little float of bubbly. Both good, but I really want another Molasses Flood. And I want a set of those drinks glasses.

I can't wait to eat there either. The menu looks great. And the Rarebits smelled soooo good - cheese and bacon and beer, oh my!

Cafe Marliave: 4 cocktails @ $10 each.

Old sign. Sorry - YE OLDE sign. We passed it on the way up to the Omni Parker House for Parker House rolls and Boston Cream Pie.

I am sad to say this was the big disappointment of the night for me. I love Boston Cream Pie. It is my favorite cake, even if it's not really cake. I love it.

And my step-grandma, and light of my childhood life, used to make Parker House rolls from Pepperidge Farm in the toaster oven and I could eat them by the tray load.

So that's what we ordered - a plate of rolls and a Boston Cream Pie.

First of all what the HELL is with the slivered almonds pressed into the sides of the cake? They're not supposed to be there and they are not wanted. After spending the day in the fridge they tasted a bit flabby. And the chocolate frosting was cold and hard so when we tried to cut into it the whole cake sort of flattened and smoodged. I will conceded that the pastry cream was ok. But the red syrup that decorated the plate was vile. Eh, the whole affair was somewhat flabby, right down to the whipped cream that suddenly melted into the plate.

And the rolls were greasy and that odd kind of mealy that makes me think that they would disintegrate instead of mop up any kind of sauce.

I was really sad about that. I expected more from the Omni Parker Hotel.

Omni Parker Hotel: Boston Cream Pie $8.00, Parker House rolls $1.00

Perhaps these ancient institutions of Boston have no incentive to hit higher marks since tourists are their bread and butter, so to speak.

Why should Durgin Park try to be anything other than a Fanueil Hall tourist attraction? Who else would go? Faneuil Hall is for tourists anyway. And what is the incentive for the Union Oyster House to clean up? The tourists are going to stream in in steady waves anyway. They don't have to rely on repeat customers, because the tourist business is a mostly one time deal. I will say however that I will probably go back. I liked sitting elbow to elbow at the oyster bar and talking to people.

In the end though, Cafe Marliave, in my opinion, that is the way to go. Renovate and renew and revive without trading in every last shred old world charm. Give the customers just enough to remind them of the good old days, but drag the menu into the present - that's how to keep everyone happy.

And so this episode of Ye Old Boston Food tour comes to a close, but there is definitely around two in the future.

Friday, October 24, 2008

On food porn.

Did I ever mention that I love John Thorne? Because I do. It is a love similar to Tammy's Farmer Love. It's embarrassing, unrequited, and passionate and I take Simple Cooking to bed with me every night.

Did I mention this love was embarrassing? Yep.

I mean really, the very first section includes SEVEN hot chocolate recipes. Seven.


Ok well anyway, I've been reading through the book and it's exactly my kind of food porn. Some folks like their food porn full of glossy centerfolds of puff pastry and foie gras, or thick volumes of aesthetically pleasing French haute cuisine. I am not that girl. I like a cozier kind of food porn.

I want to read recipes that are the kind of recipes my girlfriend would give me over the phone. Roast chicken, rice and peas, black cake - these are the things I get off on.

And don't get me wrong, I love gougeres or steak tartare as much as the next person, but those sorts of things don't keep me warm at night.

Instead I snuggle into bed and crack open Simple Cooking and start reading. Mr. Thorne is easy on the eyes. His writing style would win over even the most stalwart non-cooker with observations that are somehow ordinary and yet completely elegant.

And just when you start to despair that you don't somehow get around to cooking from scratch every meal, he helpfully provides a recipe for a no-fail chocolate bundt recipe that involves cake mix and sour cream and can be basically made from ingredients that can be had at the local bodega. A major plus for those times when you realize that you need a cake for the next day and it's 9 pm.


This cookbook is going on the Do Not Lend shelf, along with Home Cooking, More Home Cooking, La Methode, and La Technique, oh and the Junior League of Athens GA cookbook circa 1967 which technically I don't own, but really really wish I did.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Really good coffee cake

I am one of those people who grew up thinking that little baked snacks in colorful plastic wrappers was the best thing since smokable cocaine.

Back in the day I could go to the corner store/bookie joint and get a honey bun and a Coca Cola for a buck, and I would wheedle and cajole those precious dollar bills out of my Dad's wallet like the Artful Dodger himself. Anything to get that honey bun fix.

And it wasn't just honey buns. It was Ring Dings and bewitching pink SnoBalls and Ho Ho's and the elusive Drake's Coffee Cakes. The Coffee Cakes were the hardest to come by and I never knew why. However sitting here thinking about it, it was probably because adults would buy them for coffee break.

Even though when I was young I promised myself that when I was a grown up I would eat Hostess cakes everyday and drink Coca Cola by the gallon, I really haven't kept that promise. Truth be told I've kind of grown out of the taste for them, except for only occasionally.

But then for some reason lately I have been craving the taste of a Drake's Coffee Cake, only I want a homemade kind.

I surfed around for a good coffee cake recipe and this is what I cobbled together.

Cinnamon Coffee Cake

Preheat oven to 400. Grease a bundt pan and set aside.

Make the filling by stirring together:
-- 1 cup brown sugar
-- 2.5 T ground cinnamon

And set that aside.

For the cake:

1.5 stick butter
1.5 cup sugar

3 eggs

2.5 cup flour (I used white whole wheat. You can use white if you want.)
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
.5 tsp salt
.5 tsp nutmeg
.5 tsp ginger
***sift the above 6 items together***

1.5 cup non-fat plain yogurt
1 tsp vanilla
***Stir the vanilla into the yogurt***

Start by beating together the sugar and butter until light and fluffy. I've noticed that in my mixer the light and fluffy stage in the third stage - the first stage being the crumbly stage, and the second being the butter blob stage. Get through those two and you will get to light and fluffy. I promise.

Then add the eggs one at a time. Beat well between each addition..

Now add in about a third of the sifted flour mixture and beat it in just to combine.

Then add in about half the yogurt and beat it in just to combine.

Add in another third of the flour and stir just until combined.

Mix in the rest of the yogurt and mix just until combined.

Stir in the last of the flour and mix until just combined, then beat on high for about 10 seconds.

(The point of all the just mixing in to combine is to stress the point that you don't want to over beat this mixture or the texture will get tough)

Put a layer of batter into the bottom of the greased bundt pan and then run the spatula around in the batter to make a shallow trench. Into this trench pour a steady stream of the brown sugar-cinnamon filling.

Put in another layer of batter and repeat the trench & filling step.

Add in the third layer of batter, smooth out the top, and into the oven it goes. It helps to put it on a baking tray.

Bake for the first 10 minutes at 400 then turn down to 350 for about 40 minutes. It will be a deep golden brown on top when it is finished and a toothpick inserted will come out clean, or with maybe a few crumbs clinging to it.

And that is that.

*** Ok so now for some notes. ***

First of all the point is to make it easy. If you don't have enough eggs, oh well, use one less. If you haven't got yogurt, use milk. Or sour cream. Or flavored yogurt. Or keffir. If you haven't got brown sugar for the filling, use white. Don't stress if you haven't got nutmeg, or ginger - if all you've got is cinnamon, use a half teaspoon of that.

The point is to make up with what you have on hand. I hate not being able to make something because I haven't got the exact right ingredients and I bet you feel the same way. There is nothing worse than not going in the kitchen and cooking up a storm because things aren't exactly right. Cooking is not high fashion, suited for only size 2's and people who match their panties with their brassieres. Cooking is for everyone. Even for those who've forgotten to pluck their eyebrows and now have a unibrow. Where am I going with this....?

Oh anyway, I used all white whole wheat flour which was delicious. I suspect that it would be too heavy if you used only regular whole wheat flour, but you might be the kind of person to really like that sort of thing. Otherwise you want to use about a cup of whole wheat and the rest plain all purpose.

This recipe turns out an incredibly moist and cinnamony coffee cake that is amazing the longer it sits around.

PLEASE NOTE: I am not a professional recipe writer. And while I've tried my level best to make sure I've written this down exactly as I just made it, I am also really exhausted right now. Please let me know if you seen any glaring mistakes. Thank you.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Operation Baking Gals News

Operation Baking GALS is gearing up for Round Four and I just wanted to share a little something with you.

Today I got an email from an unfamiliar, clearly military, email address. Figuring it had to be OBG related I opened it and sure enough it was from a package recipient!

Whoo hoo!

Here what they had to say:

Classification: UNCLASSIFIED Caveats: NONE Ms. "Lily Von Schtoop", I really appreciated you sending those delicious cookies from miles away! Thank you, for putting your heart into baking cookies that you sent to me and my battle buddies! We really enjoyed and all we can talk about was home!! Thank you again so much for doing a great task! "Taking care of soldiers". Continue to keep us in your prayers!!! We'll do the same! Here's A Bible Verse: Matthew 25:21 - "His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!' " Thank You, C**** J***** Spc Classification: UNCLASSIFIED Caveats: NONE

Ok, first let me just say that I totally shed a tear. I bake for OBG for me - I get to bake, I feel like I am part of something meaningful, it give me a sense of satisfaction to complete a project, and I genuinely pour lots of love and happy thoughts for the person I am making up the box for. However once the box is sent and shipped I sort of put it out of my mind, trusting it to get where it's going and I always include a card with my email to let the recipient know that if there is anything else they need or want, they can just send me an email and I will gladly fulfill the request.

But honestly I never expect to get an email back. I don't know why, but I just don't. Until today that is!

It makes me so happy to know that the cookies and goodies get to someone. And it makes me even more excited for Round Four!

This time around I signed on with Team SugarBakerz Sweeties and I have to say that I cannot wait to get BAKING!

Ah nuts.

This morning I got up and had every intention of going into work to get caught up on some stuff and since I don't have the fancy pass to get in on the weekends I had to borrow someone else's and annoyingly I get all the way over there and turns out her pass doesn't work either.

Totally frustrating, only slightly less so as the office is a little less than half a mile from my house.

But still, you know.

So I went food shopping instead. And what a mistake that was. I spent a golden goose egg on pretty much nothing, and let me tell you why.

Well for starters I have PMS. This means that I have the hungry horrors but unfortunately I have no idea what to stuff the ol'piehole with. Do I want a 47 layer chocolate cake? Hmmmm, no. Do I want two fried eggs on toast with sausages? Hmmmmm, no. What about a lobster dinner? Hmmmmm, no. Or a garlic pizza? Hmmmm, no. Oh wait, what about a hot fudge sundae with all the trimmings? Hmmmm, no.

I want everything and nothing. Curses!

Then I went shopping off my rhythm. Mentally I was prepared for working, not for food shopping. I didn't even have a list. And let me tell you that without a list I am a shopping disaster. The only thing I could remember going into this venture was that I needed to buy stuff for Mom's birthday breakfast tomorrow and that I needed more dried fruit for my morning cereal.

Uh oh.

So let's look at the shopping bags shall we? Well let's see, in the first bag there are a couple of clementines, a lemon, some onions, garlic, two boxes of pasta, three cans of diced tomatoes, a cauliflower, a bag of diced dried fruit, shredded mozzarella, a jar of powdered garlic, popcorn kernels, peanut butter, Earth Balance, and a bag of carrots. In the bag for Mom's breakfast there's a carton of orange juice, a slab of smoked salmon, about 2 pounds of bacon, a package of sausages, eggs, cream, a jug of apple cider, and some milk.

Note the lack of potato chips, Funyuns, Phish food, or even a roasted chicken, all stuff I really wanted. And I kind of feel like now I only have half the ingredients for anything I want to make, like a 47 layer chocolate cake for example.

Ack. PMS. Ack Ack.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Margarita Tuesday

Last night I went out with BFW Tammy and Cave Pam to have a margarita and to try out the cheapo tapas at Masa in the South End. But mostly to hang out with two marvelous women who make me laugh a lot.

I have to say that all day long I waited very patiently for that margarita. And that furthermore I am a lightweight these days when it comes to alcohol. I used to be a contendah, but nowadays one strong beverage and I get a bit doughy at the edges.

PUH-thetic really.

But every now and then I really, really, really lust after a nice frosty drink. I wanted ice and mixer and plenty of alcohol and a fuzzy feeling when I finished. It's just something I needed. This time it was lust for a tangy margarita. And plus for some bizarre reason tequila makes me jolly. A jolly green tequila drinker! Huzzah!

So I got a margarita. I didn't even wait for the other two to show up before ordering my drink!

Thankfully I was sitting just below the handy-dandy drinks menu.

Ahhhh behold the Classic Margarita!

This drink pretty much hit the spot. My only reservation is that I sort of wish that it had been served in one of those big round margarita glasses, the sort I can fit my face into.

Then we ordered the tapas. Tapas at Masa are really more like little bites rather than little plates. The tapas order of mussel is literally just that: A single mussel. Just one. Which frankly I think is weird. You could sit at the bar and order one mussel for one dollar, which is silly.

So of course they offer the option of ordering all ten tapas for $5. Which we did.

In clockwork order, as best as I can remember:

1. A hot cherry pepper stuffed with seafood, gorgonzola, and something else. The flavor combination was peculiar tasting, and it was oddly super spicy, but that cold jarred spicy, not a warm heat at all.

2. Salmon tartar on a veggie chip of some sort with salmon cream cheese. It was way too fishy for me, seeing as how I mostly don't like fish. I ate it but can't tell you if it was good or not.

3. Tamarind & onion relish on a sweet potato chip. That was delicious. I probably could have had any entire plate of just that.

4. The Mussel. Ah hahahaha! I think it is hilarious that a kitchen can serve ONE mussel and call it a tapas, with a straight face! The mussel was good - smoked I think - but the chopped green stuff on top was a little too spicy for just one mussel. Too much on an already overburdened little mussel.

5. Tuna ceviche. Blech, fish, passed in on to BFW Tammy. Go and see what she thought of it.

6. Crispy fried shrimp. Good I think. Actually, I don't remember eating them...

7. I cannot remember that one either. Shredded pork maybe?

8. A bit of chorizo with cranberry sauce. Very good for a sausage chip. I could have eaten another 10 of them too.

9. A pork empanada I think.

10. Hmmmmmm a spring roll? Maybe with shredded chicken in it. I might be confused with number 7.

So that was that. Oh and also somewhere in there I had a Pomegranate Rum 'Rita. Which was very delicious but not the right drink for the tapas menu. I should have stuck with the Classic Margarita.

We ate up everything in front of us, drank down the dregs of the drink, and then headed down the road to Picco for dessert.

Of course I had the affogato. I can't help myself. I really cannot.

Caramel chip with hot fudge and an espresso on top. Frickin' DELICIOUS!

Sadly that photo looks a picture of.... well.... you know....

I wish I could eat like that every night.

Monday, October 13, 2008


Whoo hoo it is Turkey (ordering) Time!

This week I am calling Diemand Farm to put in my turkey request.

Let me know if you want to order one. I will be driving out to get them the weekend before Thanksgiving and I am MORE than happy to pick yours up too.

If you have any questions about what I think of Diemand Farm products, just click here, here, here, and here.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

More eating in Maine

To my complete shame I had NO problem starting out again on the food safari through Maine this morning.

The Evil Twin and I took the Nutty Professor out for breakfast as thanks for putting us up and so we went to the Chin Dine-ah in China, ME. Totally worth the wait and an excellent way to start the food safari.

I had the homemade baked beans and wild Maine blueberry pancakes.

It looks like the Evil Twin had two eggs over hard with wheat toast, apparently with a side of a piece of kale and a wedge of orange. BORING!

The Nutty Professor had the Monte Cristo, which is french toast stuffed with cheese and bacon and turkey, topped with butter, and a side of home fries. That cramping feeling is my heart seizing up. Possibly I need more butter.

Aaaaaaaaand we're ALL members of the clean plate club. No shame in that. Right?


It's the STATE OF MAINE yo!

Let me tell you that in Maine it is really easy to find stuff that is made in the State of Maine. There is a whole lot of state pride going on up there.

State of Maine beans on the one side.

Polish, German, and assorted other European goods on the other. Separated from each other by semi-local and assorted other American goods.

And I really liked this poster because I thought it was for a big lobster bake or something, but instead it was for a football game. I still like the poster though.

Another lobster themed sign I liked. I think it is funny how no one blinks when they use a live lobster being plunged into boiling water as advertising. I can't imagine a steak house showing a cow being led to a slaughterhouse as advertising. Ok, well maybe I don't think it is funny, so much as curious. But I still think that lobsters are pretty tasty.