Lobster: The Icky Bits

Devouring a whole lobster can be a lot of fun. Unless … but we’ll get to that later. First, let’s celebrate the fact that Moby Dick’s in Wellfleet has been in business for 30 years!

When we arrived (early, I might add), we had to wait in line outside. This place is so popular. And with good reason …

The choices are mindboggling. It’s really amazing how many options there are here. And we’ve never had a bad meal.

Brilliant. Just brilliant. Pre-mixed dark ‘n stormy. In a can. Perfect for a BYOB establishment.

The Mr. ordered a full clambake so he got a bunch of littlenecks to start the meal. Clams are not my thing. And littlenecks, with those little necks, are really not my thing. I ate one, though. Little neck kindly removed first by the Mr. and then dunked in a ton of butter.

My mom ordered the sea bass, which she graciously allowed us all to try. Again, never a bad meal.

And the rest of us had lobsters. N’s was the most photogenic.

Mine and the Mr.’s looked a little less perfect.

How cute are we in our lobster bibs? I really need to wear one of these at every meal. Something always ends up on my shirt. I’m certain I am not the only one with this problem.

I’m no lobster sissy (remember I watched my lobster hacked to death two inches from me when I was in Jamaica?). But this lobster gave me hell. My claws were tough and the Mr. had to help me. One knuckle was stubborn and the Mr. had to help me. Again. When I tore off the tail, the tomalley was super gross and remained attached to the tail. So, so gross. And there was so much roe, I had to scrape it off everything. I had my napkin out wiping down my precious tail meat. You can see the little red specks everywhere in the photo below. You can also clearly see that I ate the whole thing. Despite the icky bits.