It’s 4:15 a.m., the alarms are going off when I begin to think that this road trip sounded like a better idea last night.   But then again what road trip is ever well thought out.   Friday night after sitting around playing poker the craving begins,   we need to eat.   So I throw the idea for a Big Mac out,   now since there is no 24-hour MacDonald’s in the immediate area, we would have quite a drive to get to one. Out of nowhere Emma blurts out, “Why don’t we just go to Maine and get a lobster roll.”   Lobster in Maine, why didn’t I think of that.   We had all see the episode on the Food Network about a lobster shack in Maine that serves world famous Lobster Rolls, only problem is we have no clue the name of it, or where it is.   (Now for those of you that don’t know what a Lobster Roll is let me explain.   Take a hot dog bun and throw a bunch of lobster meat in it, drizzle butter or mayo on it and you’ve got a Lobster Roll.)   Searching the net and different travel books leaves us further in the dark.   Agreeing to meet up at 5 a.m. we call it a night, and try to get some sleep.

            Anyone trying to wake Omar up at four in the morning has to know that he is not going to be a happy camper.   So Emma and Omar show up and we pile in to the Blazer and hit the road.   New Jersey, New York, and finally Connecticut, an hour has pasted since we left, and everyone is asleep, its dark, and I am really second guessing myself, maybe there is a closer place to get a Lobster Roll, never one to back out of a road trip, I press on.  

            We figure once we get up to Maine, ask around for a world famous lobster shack, and hope that is somewhat near by.   Shortly after crossing the Maine border, we find the Visitor Center stop in.   After milling around and looking at some brochures we approach the desk and ask, “Do you know where the lobster shack that was on TV is?”   Oh sure, because there is only one lobster shack in Maine.   But, she knew exactly what we were talking about, the woman behind the counter pulls out a map and shows us how to get there, “It’s about 90 mile from here, you can’t miss it, once you go down the hill into town it will be on your left. Now if you go over the bridge you have gone too far.” Ha, almost there, we can taste the lobster already.  

            An hour and a half later we pull into Wiscassat, ME, and there it is Reds Eats.   A tiny shack with a line wrapped around the corner and world famous Lobster Rolls.    Funny thing about the menu is that there is no price on the Lobster Rolls, but who cares how much they are, we drove from New Jersey to Maine just for lunch, no way in hell am I passing up the Lobster Roll.   Turns out that each roll is $12.95, damn, I thought lobster was cheaper up here.    They were worth every penny, if you like lobster, you’ll love a lobster roll.  

            After walking around town for a few minutes, picking up a few souveniers, we start the trip home.

Getting home and looking the Shoprite’s circular we soon find out that Lobster is on sale for $5.99 pound.  But where’s the adventure in that.