You Say Sandwich, We Say Yeah!

I had many a lobster roll in my one week sojourn across the Maritimes, but I lost some photos as I do whenever I reset my phone, and so, this is the only one I have. Where I do not remember, but it was in a restaurant that appeared to almost be floating in the middle of a lake. Was it in Cape Breton? Prince Edward Island? I honestly don't remember anymore even if it was just a couple weeks ago. I know by the salad it was near the end as I just wanted greens, and I didn't get the fish and chips as I couldn't handle anything more that was fried. This lobster roll was okay. It was pretty tame, not a lot of butter, just some cold lobster between two slices of bread.

I admit this looks slightly pornographic, but we are talking about a lobster roll here, so we're close. Making a special trip to the Brooklyn Flea Market , located in the gorgeous foyer and basement of the former Williamsburg Savings Bank, I headed straight to the food at 10:30 a.m. for the lobster roll. The two dudes working the Red Hook Lobster Pound stall weren't near ready, so I ran through upstairs and came back within 30 minutes for a late breakfast lobster roll, Connecticut style (warm and buttered with paprika vs. Maine style served cold with mayo). Suffice to say, it met all expectations, and if I had another $15 in change in my pocket, I woulda tried the Maine style roll. Addendum: I don't think this needs to be said that if you don't like lobster, you shouldn't have the lobster roll. In fact, if you don't LOVE lobster, you probably shouldn't have the lobster roll. Because the flavour of this sandwich is pure lobster.