If there hadn’t been lobster, I don’t know how I would have survived. Two weekends ago, I hit the road with fellow blogger and dear friend, Jules.
As you can see, we were very excited to visit Maine, but deliriously excited to see Darla of She’s a Maineiac fame. Jules and I were full of optimism and adventure as we put wheels to pavement (<— that’s what we writers call foreshadowing). We sailed through New Jersey, New York, and even the worst travel state of all, Connecticut. But in Massachusetts, the car wobbled and weaved, so I pulled over.
One day, two bottles of champagne, five accommodating Toyota employees, four tires, and four expensive (but ugly) rims later, Jules and I made it to Maine. (For a more detailed and entertaining account of this story, visit Jules’ blog by clicking here: Maine: The Best Worst Trip Ever.)
So when one has experienced a debacle of epic proportions, been stranded at a Holiday Inn Express, and is in need of a little TLC, where does one go? To Linda Bean’s Maine Kitchen in Freeport, obviously! All I wanted was a glass of wine and some local Maine lobster. Linda did not disappoint me. I ordered a novelty item called Lobstickles. Yes, you read that right. LOBSTICKLES – a lobster tail popsicle marinated with tarragon and grilled to perfection. Things were definitely looking up!
The next morning, Jules and I woke up to freezing rain, no coffee, and no Darla. She was being held captive by a frozen driveway and plummeting temperatures . Rather than risk a no-caffeine headache, Jules and I took my new tires for a spin and ventured to town. Once there, we walked the ice-riddled brick sidewalks, waiting for the shops to open.
Seeing as it was only 9:30 am, we also needed breakfast. A tiny building caught my eye. Jules and I walked by it several times, trying to determine their opening time and hoping they served lobster omelettes. They weren’t open; they didn’t sell lobster omelettes; but the shopkeeper opened his doors anyway and made us lobster rolls. For the second day in a row, lobster made the day much brighter.
With lobster in our belly, Jules and I were ready to meet Darla for lunch. Where we ate more lobster.
Darla was happy to see us, despite our 24-hour tardiness. (If you’d like to read a hilarious account of her endless waiting and our eventual meet-up, visit Darla’s blog by clicking here: Bloggers Gone (Mainely) Wild.)
The rest of the trip flew by – we laughed, we drank gin, we talked about blogging, we discussed life. We became better friends. And remember that lobster omelette I was wanting? It happened. At the Freeport Cafe. Eating that omelette, plump with bright red lobster claws (my favorite part) made saying goodbye to Darla and Jules slightly easier.
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Have you ever met a blogging friend in real life? Was lobster involved?
I liked this post very much. You know…because I was there. And I miss you terribly. Please come back!
Miss you, too, D!!! It went by too fast, especially since it took over 24 hours to get there!
Maybe you should come down to the Mid-Atlantic states next time? Instead of lobsters, we can eat…cheesesteaks I guess. On second thought, I’ll see you up in Maine this summer.
“That’s what we writers call foreshadowing.” Haaaaa.
That lobster poking out of that omelet?? OBSCENE. Deliciously, deliciously obscene.
We’re going back for more of all of this (and by that I mean Darly Pants). …Once they’ve patched Route 15.
Wait. Did I spell omelette wrong? Maybe I spell it the French way, because I’m fancy?
I could eat lobster right now, but let’s wait for warmer weather. And maybe we should fly.
I’m too hungry for lobstah to discuss grammar.
(Both are correct; I’m just tres lazy.)
That lobster omelet is a fair trade for new tires/rims, I think. That looks delish.
I don’t know how to spell ommmmellltetlih either. I was following Jules’s lead.
Has the entire world gone mad? I had no idea omelet could be spelled so many different ways! But lobstah is always lobstah to me…
That omoletteet was worth the $45,218 I spent on new car parts, for sure.
I’m a firm believer that putting any food on a stick makes it even more delicious!
I agree, Jackie. Delicious and convenient to eat whilst trying to walk on ice laden sidewalks!
I think we met a while back when you ate a pepper or two…. Great meetup!
Why, Susie, we did! Eating those peppers was much easier than taking 24 hours to travel to Maine (and so much warmer).
In more ways than one! The worst trips always make the best stories. Gotta find my key to my tires….
It’s VERY important that you do!
Agreed with Jules on the foreshadowing line. Very funny.
I’ve now read all three accounts and I have a ridiculous craving for lobster and champagne. Alas, I am housebound because I have a flat tire (true story). Thanks for letting me live vicariously through your omelet (<— That's what we English teachers call a really bad sentence.)
Even the English teacher spelled it “omelet”! I’m going to have to edit my post immediately.
So funny that you have a flat tire…oh wait…no it’s not…I hope it gets fixed inexpensively soon.
I think my mind defaulted to ‘omelet’ because with all that lobster it looks pretty masculine. You’re the foodie, so we should go with your spelling!
Either way is fine, google says. It appears that “omelette” is the non-American way to spell it.
Debbie! You have a flat tire RIGHT NOW? Okay, I called
AAA1-800-LOBSTAH. They’ll be there in 15 mins.I heart you, Jules. 🙂
Each one of your posts was entertaining in their own way! You poor thing having to replace all the rims and tires. I’m in Massachusetts about 2 hours from where you were stranded – had I been closer I would have hosted you at my house! Lobster roll for breakfast and lobster omelet sound so heavenly!
Thank you! (But come on, did you see the lobster hats over on Darla’s post? Genius.)
I thought of you when we were there, but couldn’t remember what part of Mass you live in. We should have just shown up at your door. I promise if that ever happens I’ll make omelettes in the morning.
As long as they are lobster omelets I will rescue you anywhere! 🙂
When they told me they had to replace ALL the tires I felt so bad. Only huge amounts of lobstah dipped in hot butter would ever heal those wounds.
I feel like it could have gone so many ways – we could have waited til Monday and only replaced the one tire. Jules and I were going through all the “what ifs” AFTER we already replaced all four tires.
Ugh, I still feel so bad about all you had to deal with that night.
That’s it, I need to go to Maine. But not alone. As I’ll never make it. But the lobstah is calling my name. I’ve had crab omelets (I’m in MD, duh!), but never lobstah. Maybe next time . . . go by train?
Shh….don’t tell anyone this but….I hate lobster and would much rather have a crab omelet/omelette any day.
You are a traitor to your home state, D!
Come on down to MD, Darla!! I will Hook. You. Up. I make a mean crab cake and crab dip as well. Next road trip to my house? Hmmmm?
Crab cakes? Now we talkin’!
I know. It’s a burden I’ll carry with me always….
That omelette was EPIC. It was so rich I could barely finish it. I say we FLY next time.
Clarified butter and blogging. Who could ask for anything more? I’d buy new tires for that shiz ;D
Clarified butter is the meaning of life, I think. I was dipping my SALAD in it.
Wow, that is weird. I just another blog and there were the same three people involved. It was like Deja Vu or something. Have you ever read Darla from She’s A Mainiac? She had some pictures that were so similar.
Did Morpheus give you the blue pill by mistake, Ben?
I think he gave the third pill not mentioned in the movie. The bitter pill.
Wow. That’s so weird. Sounds like plagiarism to me.
I think you should meet those people face to face in Maine to work out the plagarism thing. And have some lobster.
Excellent idea!
YUMMMM!!! So many good looking women and good looking lobster. I’m in heaven. And hungry.
I wish I could feed you a Lobstickle right now, Daile.
That’s a hoot. (Except for the tires. Ouch.) And, yes, I’ve met some bloggers in real life. Though sans lobsters.
I think lobster makes everything better, Michelle. I expect a Gourmandistan lobster post this summer…;)
My wife’s life ambition is to get seafood poisoning from eating too much lobster. She says it’s doable. You ladies are too much fun separately, so together, I bet it was shitloads of fun. I’m slightly jealous.
Bloggy meet-up in Maine this summer? Bring your wife – we will stuff her with Lobstickles until she feels sick, I promise.
It was such fun reading all three of your accounts of the trip, and the lobster (which is one of my top 5 favourite foods…maybe even top 3, yeah, top 3). What an adventure, the lobster, looks like a great time, and the lobster! Lovely pictures, and lovely stories from all three of you. And the lobster.
LOBSTER.
How did all four of your tires and rims go bad at once?! WTF universe!!
But champagne, lobster, and good company will fix anything and everything that ails both you and your dramatic car, so, luckily, you were in the right place at the right time.
Only one went bad, but I have…had…twenty inch tires on my car and big-ass rims. The rim was damaged beyond repair, and the tire was so big they had to special order it. Therefore, I saved money by buying four new tires and rims. And we got to Maine faster, which was the whole point.
Yes, my car is a drama queen.
But lobster saved the day!
Wait – 20 inch tires and big-ass rims on a Toyota. PLEASE tell me it’s a Gangsta-fied Prius.
Nope. Camry. Which is probably worse than a Prius, right?
No, that means you probably drive at least the speed limit. Prius drivers tend to go 75% of it.
I am impressed, amazed and a small bit envious…but not of the flat tire.
I don’t blame you. On both counts. That flat tire cost me a fortune! (So did the lobster, now that I think about it.)
I want to come next time–champagne, omelettes (that how we spell it in Canada too), lobster, good friends–what else could you want (besides tires that do not go flat–but than Jules would not have had a good story to tell and you would not have had to empty your bank account)
Thank you for affirming my non-Americanized spelling. I prefer omelette.
How far are you from Chicago? I was just discussing a Mid West bloggy meet-up with Peg. I’ll bring the champagne!
about five hours I think–I live in southwestern Ontario
That’s drive-able, as long as your tires are in good shape.
my car was totalled in an accident in November–thus I have no drive-able vehicle
Wow, you drove to Maine in the winter?!? I went to college in Maine (not too far from Freeport) and winters there are no joke! But you are right–lobster makes everything better. But, was that red wine you were having with your lobster?
I was WAITING for someone to say something about the red wine and the lobster together. I wanted red, so I had red.
Yes, winters are NO JOKE. The entire state was a sheet of ice.
So proud of you and Jules for actually DOING this thing, come hell or high water…or high ice…or low potholes. I’ve already expressed my extreme, soul-destroying jealousy all over the interwebz so I’m not going to mention it again. So happy for you and your adventure. Really. So, so happy.
How about a Mid West bloggy meet up??? One where we can FLY instead of drive.
I say Chicago, because it’s awesome there.
HELL yes! The midwest is lovely in the springtime and I can drive up, so I can bring the provisions. Make it so, Rache.
JULES!!!! Are you hearing this?? Peggles is IN!
Oh myyyyyyyyyy goodnessssssssss.
Can we get deep dish lobstah pie?
“in”??? Chicago is my backyard – I’ll be the hostess! No lobstah though, Jules. That’s not how we do here.
Chicago!! I plan on being there a few times this Spring. Hope you don’t mind an interloper
You are certainly invited, Sir! You have to tell us where to eat!
Oh my WORD you guys: I just read about a Bacon Fest in Chicago at the end of April!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (That is not nearly enough exclamation points, but my hand cramped up.)
http://baconfestchicago.com
I need some lobster right now after reading all three posts. I was almost in tears of joy reading about lobsticles and that lobster omelette. But my car is at the mechanics right now with oil problems and so I have to eat boring cereal and my own tears. Glad you had fun!
That lobster omelette rocked my world. I’m still thinking about it.
Ugh. Sorry to hear about your car. And the tears. But mostly I’m sorry about the cereal.
When one does not have a car, grocery store shopping becomes difficult. It is coming home tomorrow morning, but until then, it’s cereal and sandwiches for me. Boo. I have never had a lobster omelette so I need to fix that ASAP.
Comment #6,247. Looks super fun.
I made Baja lobster tacos last night, cuz that’s how we “roll” in So Cal. LOL
Hey, are those flying saucers in the polar vortex shot??
So what makes a taco “Baja”? (I love a good pun, btw)
Didn’t you know that Maine is the epicenter of alien activity?
Baja seafood tacos usually have fried fish/lobster, etc. And are served on a corn tortilla with lime, cabbage, salsa and crema.
I’ve never been a big lobster fan, but you’ve got me thinking maybe I need to try it in Maine. Perhaps not in winter though.
I have met a fellow blogger in real life, when I had a visitor make it all the way to Denali National Park in Alaska. Lobster was not involved, but lots of photography, salmon, and halibut were. Does that count?
http://caleephotography.wordpress.com
http://adventuresinkevinworld.wordpress.com/2013/09/12/better-with-friends/
Now that I am getting settled in Mt. Rainier National Park, I’m hoping for visitors here….
I’ll be sure to check out those posts, Kevin. And halibut definitely counts! It’s my favorite fish! And salmon is a close second favorite.
My brother in law lives near Mt. Raineir – such a beautiful spot! Lucky you!
Mmmmm…. halibut.
When you & the hubby visit your brother-in-law here, make sure to let me know! We still need to have our chocolate fest.
I can’t sleep until I know what color your lipstick is in that first picture, and who makes it.
Ya know, JM, I was thinking the SAME thing when I saw that photo. I wish I had a clear-cut answer for you but most of the time I mix a bunch of different colors together and then add gloss. I’ve never been able to find that illusive perfect shade.
*sigh* still seeking.
Shit like that doesn’t happen when bloggers meet in Texas. We get ice and snow here like every 10 years. Oh wait…that was before global warming. (Kids are all home from school today due to icy conditions. ICY CONDITIONS. In Houston?) Scratch that.
Glad to see you guys made lobsters out of lemons. I so prefer that to lemonade in the winter anyway. And danggit. I’m just too far to ever get to crash one of your bloggy parties; if I ever do make one, I’ll be sure to bring Gnomie.
Thanks for sharing the adventures with us wannabes. Cheers, Rache!
We are thinking of meeting up in Chicago at some point, Shannon. Maybe you and Gnomie could hop on a plane?
Lobster out of lemons. Hee hee.
I can’t believe you have ice! I know it snowed in Austin recently, too.
Chicago, huh? Tempting, but not if it’s in January. They have “lake effect” snow — the worst. I enjoy seeing photos of my brother digging himself out of a 6-ft snow drift at the front door…from the warmth of my computer screen in my flip-flops.
I like this post 🙂
Why thank you. 🙂
I can not thank you yes, yes, I mean that is a good post. .. 🙂
Holy richness. Omelettes with lobster, a perfect marriage! Please tell me they make a scratch and sniff sticker of this and I can purchase it at my local Target. Aw, I love you guys! Glad you had a great trip, bumpy start aside.
That omelette WAS rich, Angie! And so, so good.
Do you think there’s a market for lobster scratch and sniff stickers? I know Jules would buy one.
Blissful food blog!
Thank you! 🙂
I’ve never met a blogger in real life, never mind one as cute as Jules!
And I’ve never tasted lobster in my life. (Yes, I am a weird one, it’s true.)
Great post, Rachel!
Jules is the cutest!
I think I speak for her when I say we are disappointed in your no-lobster-eating-ever. You must remedy this. Surely, there are some cheesy, ultra-romantic surf and turf restaurants near your workplace? No nevermind – go to Maine and say hi to Darla for me while you’re there.