Mr. Snoots and I just returned from a week in Santa Monica,
California and visiting our daughter, who works in the movie industry.
Our first night in town we had reservations at The Lobster and I'd just
like to say that we were all thrilled with our meals. We were even
thrilled with our seemingly hallucination inducing martinis. I thought
I saw Helen Mirren and Huey Lewis, although neither celebrity sighting
panned out. Martinis + aging is never an attractive combination.
However, I must admit that it did keep the dinner conversation
interesting.
Our dinner at The Lobster was quite lovely and I would highly recommend
it to anyone who plans to go to SM.
During our visit, we invited our
daughter's roommate along to
The Lobster,
which made for great company. We all ordered their Caesar Salad, then
she ordered the Lobster & Manila Clam Chowder with applewood
smoked bacon and fresh thyme. The daughter and hubby each ordered the
whole steamed lobsters, which they were totally happy with. I chose the
lobster tail special, which I forgot to take pictures of, given that I
had a second martini and was seeing stars. I'm fairly sure that it was
divine, from what I can remember.
The unfortunate side was that I hate when a meal is rushed and this
meal was rushed. Clearly and unabashedly. However, seeing that I'm the
only person within my realm that eats slowly and enjoys dinner
conversation, they were able to whisk my unfinished plate of food away
before I was able to protest. (Yes, it was probably the slow reaction
after 2 martinis.)
Did I raise a generation of children who scarf their food without
witty table conversation or what? No. I believe my husband is
responsible for that travesty. A stranger would surely think they had
all been raised in prison, where one needs to eat within a matter of
moments. Not me. I prefer to take my time. Clearly, I've been
accustomed to eating cold food for years. I'm a Mom. I should be living
in Spain or some place more suited to my lifestyle.
However, I live among heathens... I'm just saying.