I am a born and bred Bostonian, and man, do I love my seafood. I think clam chowder and cod run in my veins. My father loves to tell the story of 2-year-old Kristen sitting on his lap and steadily eating her way through 2 lbs of steamers. For some reason, my family was more of a chowder than a bisque family, and I always considered lobster bisque to be something you get in a fancy restaurant, not the casual staple of clam chowder. Today changed that. It
was a gorgeous, summer-like day, so D. and I borrowed Mom's car and drove up to Gloucester to the beach. I took a fantastic beach nap with various fabrics covering any exposed skin, with my bright pink beach cap covering my face. I must have looked awesome. In any case, after the nap and a few Miller High Lifes, we drove to the Lobster Pool in Rockport, which has some of the best seafood in New England. I ordered clam chowder and fried haddock, and D. ordered lobster bisque and fried shrimp. As soon as the giant platter came out, I regretted my chowder order. Next to his creamy bisque with visible chunks of lobster, my chowder looked so...pale. Wan. White! Next time, I'm shrugging off my childhood and going for the bisque.
4 comments:
and then there was the time you "MADE" bisque at 3347. that was a hilarious adventure to say the least:)
hahahaha damnit i knew someone would mention this. Thank GOD Eric does not read this blog.
I like bisque from a can...
you would.
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