On my last night in New England I went out with Scotty to a nearby seafood restaurant and had.... LOBSTER. Like you do. When you're in New England. I actually asked Scotty whether he ate lobster all that often because, you know, that's what New Englanders eat all the time, right? MUCH TO MY SURPRISE that was not the case! New Englanders are not hidebound to eat lobster all the time, although to be fair Scotty did tell me that if I wanted to take a Duckboat tour of Boston before my flight back that I would be forced to eat Boston Baked Beans and shout angry slurs at any New York Yankees fans we might pass by.

Gloria (and I) relished the opportunity to eat a friggin' ginormous lobster. I still have the puncture wounds from breaking the shell open to prove it!