The small town of Guilford, Connecticut
I spent July 4th weekend at the shoreline in Connecticut for my friend’s wedding at the local yacht club. Yes, I apparently morphed into a seersucker-wearing, trust fund-having asshole last week. And guess what? It’s not a bad lifestyle. Except for the east coast mosquitoes. My legs itch like crazy now. Unlike in Los Angeles, awesomely buttery lobster rolls filled with huge, meaty chunks of the insect-like creature are widely available here in Guilford.
I concocted a simple and ambitious plan. I would: (1) wake up early, (2) take a tour of the local cultural and historical spots, (3) watch the Independence Parade in the town square, (4) ride a beach cruiser, and (5) sample as many lobster rolls as I could.
Unfortunately, I hit a snag in my plans. I had one too many cazadores-inspired “sipping” contests the night before and slept in really late. Numbers 1-4 fell by the wayside. Oh well. We have culture and beaches in LA. No big deal. But number 5 was going down…hard.
I dispatched Heald and Debbie to the local Lenny & Joe’s seafood shack and regret not going there. He kept bragging how awesome the lobster roll was. But then again, he has been known to brag about things just to make me feel bad. What a dick. Meanwhile, I tried the lobster landing roll by the water and the water-side stand and grill gave it a homey barbeque feel. Extra points for the ambiance but it was probably the weakest of the three. The silver medal goes to Aqua - wonderfully buttery bun and the lobster was so fresh you could almost taste a hint of BP oil infiltrating the flesh. Too soon?
Look em’ up:
Lenny & Joe’s
Lobster Landing
Aqua
