Thank you so much for all your birthday wishes! My 27th birthday was exactly what I wanted it to be: friends and family blowing up my facebook page with sweet messages, an awesome sushi lunch with my rad friend Rachel, and finally a dinner at America’s finest purveyor of lobsters that are red: RED LOBSTER.
It was a tremendous meal that I have no hesitation sharing with you. I ordered the Crab Lover’s plate because I am a true crab lover. Well, more crab terrorist than anything, but it was still delicious. It had a great flavor profile, the perfect seafood tones mixed in its juicy meat. It reminded me of growing up on Saipan and how my mom would set out a huge pot of crabs for us to eat, only this time I didn’t cry afterward because no one understood my teen angst or my poems about my depths of despair.
I cried because it was so delicious, like the episode of the Simpsons when Homer raises an 8-pound lobster as his pet and then eats him, crying while devouring his friend, Pinchy. If I had known the name of my crab friend, I would have done the same thing but it’s hard to cry and stuff my mouth at the same time. First-world problems!
Nathan loved the lobster tank but didn’t understand why I wouldn’t let him swim with these underwater creatures. Maybe because I just wanted to have one seafood dinner and not have to pay for $2,600 worth of lobster because my son wanted to make new animal friends.
And this is why I loved my birthday so much. I was very fortunate to dine with these two fine lads.