Turns out they were talking about lobster, and not just any lobster, Urban Lobster. Most lobsters grow up in the ocean and enjoy a pretty good life, but the urban lobster was raised on the mean streets of Flatbush avenue and had to learn at an early age that justice is blind and nothing is free.
Well, you tell me what an Urban Lobster is. A lobster who likes rap music? A New Yorker with a bad sunburn?
Regardless, an Urban Lobster is a mediocre lobster at best. The lobster roll wasn't even as good as the ones my friends and I purchased at a baseball game in Houston. How that's even possible is beyond me.
The side dishes were pretty good if you're standard for good is at the level of what you would get if you went to the grocery store, bought the ingredients and dumped them in a bowl.
So sad.
240 East Houston Street
New York
Lobster in buttery hot dog bun
artichoke and sun-dried tomato salad
tomato and feta cheese salad
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