The lasting pleasure of a good lobster dock is most obvious once everyone finds out about it. Once the exclusivity is spoiled and you have to fare long, long lines with boisterous tourists and sloppy toddlers being fattened with fries, the food has to speak for itself.
However, a summer of such dining is well worth it if only for that one day in september: you've bicycled or driven with warm company, the westerly wind occasions an unprecedented buttoning of your shirt, the hedonism of the summer crystallizes to memory, and you consciously scarf your last lobster roll of the season, preparing for the few weeks of calm before Clyde's Cider Mill wakes up.
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