'lobsterita', a margarita that arrived in a comically large glass featuring red
Mardi Gras beads with a plastic lobster on. Once we had secured some of
these beads for Emma we were set up for a nice giggly evening. For our main
course we both had the ‘lobster lovers’ dish. This included: Caesar salad,
lobster pasta, Maine and rock lobster. It was very filling, very nice and very
messy.
Our waitress was a gem - our luck really had changed. She helped us
open the lobster shells for us, opened our wet wipes, and let us hold a live
lobster after the meal; in return she got a good tip and a hug. On the
downside she did try to give us the wrong desert, but then she seemed to do
this to all of her tables because it was her favourite pudding. The evening
ended with our waitress giving us a lobster anatomy lesson before we posed
for a photo holding the poor creature. We were both glad that we had already
eaten by this point. Strangely we both later agreed we do not rate lobster that
highly.
The next day we rose fairly early to get packed and drive to the airport. It was
Friday 13th, well suited to our moods. It was not that we did not want to go
home and see our friends and relatives; it was that we did not want 'travelling'
to be over. But more than that we did not want to spend all day in airports and
on airplanes. We dropped off the car and got checked in with no hassles, in
stark contrast to our experience on arrival in Newark in November. Evidently
Americans do not care who leaves their country - they even put us on an
earlier flight to make sure we did indeed leave.
We were bound for Newark and there we would change flights for