A Trip to the Lobster Pound

It did not rain during my recent wedding in Portland, Maine. But two days later the skies turned grey and menacing, and rain dumped down in fat, ferocious drops. “What are we going to do?” I asked my wife. Post-nuptials, we were decompressing at a lake house 20 minutes north of Portland. It was a beautiful, tree-shaded spot, but there was one snafu: Her family was staying there too. On sunny days, we could canoe around the lake. On rainy days, well, we were confined to a small cabin with a rapidly diminishing supply of Stowaway IPA and Allagash White.

“Let’s go to Red’s Eats,” she said, snatching a set of car keys. “I want to eat Maine’s biggest lobster roll.”

Did Red's live up to the hype? Check out my full story over at Food Republic. Eat it up!