Funny story: When I went to Maine for the first time, I wanted to try their famous lobster roll. I didn’t research it before hand, so I didn’t know what to expect, but I expected something more impressive than what I got for how famous it is. The place I went to claimed to have the best rolls in Maine. Of course that’s probably not true, but hopefully they would be at least mid-tier. I was expecting an eight inch sub roll piled high with meat as well as coleslaw, corn, and other vegis for crunch, and spices for some zing. Can you imagine my disgust when I was served a smooshed, untoasted hotdog roll with 1/4 lb of meat, and a minuscule slathering of mayo? It was a deplorable $12 excuse for a sandwich. No dollop of coleslaw or even chips. It could be likened to what a cloistered gamer with no life skills grabs from the fridge, and after one minute of prep time declares “fancy food.” …Embarrassing. Of course, the lobster was fresh, but the whole thing lacked everything. I mostly tasted potato roll. It would be like if Baltimoreans put cold crab meat on a couple saltine crackers and called it “Maryland’s famous crab poppers.” Thankfully we have the lump crab cake that is almost always served with old bay, slaw and chips. How can an entire state find pride in this? I would like to know. Is the lobster roll just a tourist scam? Did I do it wrong? Was I suppose to buy the live lobster and prepare it myself? Because I could have done much better had I did. 😂
