Nike Dunk Low Premium SB “Lobster”
Combining two of my favorite things: shoes and crustaceans.
Now if only I could get a Saab 9-3 that also makes sandwiches, I’d be all set.
Revelatory photo courtesy of High Snobiety.
Holy Shit. Look at this lobster roll (from Arnolds out on Cape Cod - Mom & Dad sent this to me). Montauk, you should be ashamed of yourself.
Red Hook Lobster Pound via Thrillist
Starting next weekend, head out to Red Hook for fresh lobsters at $11 per pound
NYC: Lobster Meatballs Every Wednesday
You love lobsters. You love meatballs. But never in your wildest dreams did you think of co-mingling the two delicacies. Luckily, the folks at Ed’s Lobster Bar are of more imaginative stock, swapping out the usual beef for the crustacean, stewing it in marinara and serving it all over linguine—which happens to be your third favorite thing.
GPOYW: May 13, 2006, Burlington, Vermont
File this under bad ideas: your friend throws a lobster bake. You get wasted. You are given $10 to take a shot of the melted butter you dip the lobster meat in. The kitchen is crowded with people on hand to watch. It’s gross, but you manage to down it with no visible problems, but minutes later, you drop your phone in a toilet as the fat goes straight to your head.
A true champion.
Lobster Lobster Lobster Risotto
We made this last night with an entire 1.5lb lobster, lobster stock, and lobster mushrooms.
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Two weeks ago, Abe Moscowitz dropped dead of a heart attack and was reincarnated as a lobster. Trapped off the coast of Maine, he was shipped to Manhattan and dumped into a tank at a posh Upper East Side seafood restaurant. In the tank there were several other lobsters, one of whom recognized him. “Abe, is that you?” the creature asked, his antennae perking up.
“Who’s that? Who’s talking to me?” Moscowitz said, still dazed by the mystical slam-bang postmortem that had transmogrified him into a crustacean.
“It’s me, Moe Silverman,” the other lobster said.
“O.M.G.!” Moscowitz piped, recognizing the voice of an old gin-rummy colleague. “What’s going on?”
”Woody Allen, “Tails of Manhattan” (New Yorker)
