Lobstah

This July, I wanted to visit my husband's 2nd cousin, who was with a group of students from Italy going to Boston. They had stayed about two weeks and I caught up with them on the last few days. One of their trips was to Rockport, way north of Boston. BearSkin Neck. We had a wonderful time and Piera (Frank's cousin) and her friend, a fellow teacher/chaperone had lamented that they came all of this way from Italy and didn't get to taste what a lobster was. They had checked restaurants in Boston and, surprise, were overwhelmed with how pricey it was. Asking around, we found an inexpensive, family place. With just an hour to spare, we went in and we ordered. They were absolutely delighted to taste this goodness from the sea. I had baked crab, which was also so, so good. Can't you just taste it? Piera is on the right and forgive me, I can't recall her friend's name. I think it was Gabriella or something so beautifully Italian and lyrical.