I had lobster for lunch this week. That revelation brought some interesting reactions before now, and I didn’t have a chance to really explain it, so now is the perfect time to do so.
The reason I found myself having lobster for lunch was that, on my way home from a (now rare) visit to the office, I turned onto a favorite route and saw that Cousin’s Maine Lobster had parked their food truck at the intersection, in the parking lot of a strip mall bordered by a Kohl’s and a supermarket, and I realized I would not be likely to have the opportunity to try their products again if I didn’t grab it. It was just after noontime, and only two people were in the queue, so I stopped.
Cousin’s was an early success story on ABC’s Shark Tank, when owners Sabin Lomac and Jim Szelikis pitched their then one-truck Los Angeles-based business, hoping to receive a $55,000 investment for a five percent stake, and got a deal with real estate boss lady Barbara Corcoran, who jacked up her cut to fifteen percent at the end. The business has grown to nearly five-fold and covers nineteen states.
While reviewing the selections on the side of the truck, I realized I was dabbling in hoity-toity territory: my bill came out to $40 after leaving a tip! That was a mighty expensive lunch.
It was worth every penny. And yes, there were leftovers.
I indulged in the lobster sandwich with cheese, an order of lobster topping potato tots, and a whoopee pie. The calories were staggering, but it was a one-time deal. I was stuffed and didn’t bother with dinner then, but the rest of the tots went with the following night’s meal.
The rest of the week after that was odd, in that I took piggy-back half days off for doctor appointments: in the PM and the next day in the AM, and in the time remaining to me, I made some shopping stops–in broad daylight on a weekday!–and ran errands like having a new window shade cut.
Changing the routine can be enlightening and slightly nerve wracking when you’re not used to it. Add a rare temperature spike into the 60-degree range (in February), and nothing seemed right about four of the five days. Add to that a bunch of Zoom meetings, freak storms, part of my block closing for pothole repair (the gas and electric company did that one, and another big honking tire eater, which was not theirs, remains for the municipal crew to fill in), and a mad scramble to figure out how to order a new collectible from a group I recently joined, and it will be nice to return to something like normal next week.
If such a thing is possible.
At least I’m back to the usual cheap lunches.
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