|The lobster lunch line at 12th and G streets|
In line behind us a man, whose face looked severely sun-flushed, complained about the heat and his trouble trying to pin-point the truck’s location. I guess he doesn’t use Twitter or check the truck’s Facebook page. That would save him some shoe leather and more sun exposure. Then the girl in front of us let her boyfriend cut the line (understandable and OK) along with two of his buddies (inexcusable and definitely not OK). As we queued closer, a sweat-streaming, stocky man avoided the line altogether by paying the second-in-line person $15.00—the current cost of a lobster roll—to buy his lunch. Oh, well. Being a first-time lobster truck stalker, I supposed the regulars tolerated these line-cutting, buy-off behaviors.
|My Warm, Butter-Bathed Connecticut Lobster Roll|
|Lilian’s Cool, Maine-Style Roll|