The interior of this lobster-roll joint is cream and queasy coral pink, the ghost of bridesmaid dresses past. But the lobster is vivid, shipped live from Maine and steamed on site. Served warm, on a brimming-over Martin’s potato roll, the meat -- a mix of tail, knuckle and claw -- is practically naked, with the faintest gloss of drawn butter and a coat of mayo so light it is practically...
Crab cakes, lobster rolls, basically every type of clawed delicacies except those toy machines you can never beat.