On Easter Sunday, Ken and I decided to venture off Mt Desert Island and head north on Rt 1. It felt like a really adventurous move at the time, I’ve actually never been so far north on the Maine coast. Sure am glad we did because we were lucky enough to stumble over Tracey’s seafood on Rt 1, making this the farthest north lobster roll I have ever eaten. This wasn’t on any of my lists and I had never heard of it, but where you’re exploring Maine as early as Easter, you kind of just keep your eyes peeled for anything that is open. Finding a place open that also served a fresh picked lobster roll is something of an Easter miracle. I actually made Ken pull off and u turn after we passed Tracey’s and I tried not to get my hopes up that they had a lobster roll at this little roadside stand, but sure enough, there was the sign, $10 for a lobster roll and fries. Of course, I was going to buy it either way, desperate times and all, but I immediately assumed frozen meat. I mean, picked lobster was running at an all time high, around $50-$65/lb (usually $35-$40 in summer). I half didn’t even believe the gal at the order window when she said that they catch, cook and pick their own meat.
We got the lobster roll and took it into their little dining room. It’s a quaint, simple, nautically decorated eating area. It appears that part of the area has live lobsters in the summer, but turns out that this was opening day, so they had not arrived for the party yet. The carpet in the dining room could stand to be replaced, preferably with something besides carpet. I’m just opposed to the use of carpet in dining areas, they are impossible to sanitize and are bound to hold on to all manner of scents until the end of time.
The lobster roll sure looked to be fresh and had confirmed chunks of tail, claw and knuckle. The standard hot dog bun was perfectly, buttery grilled. Sure, it was smaller than usual, but remember, it was $10, with fries, no less. When I bit in, I immediately knew that she was most certainly telling the truth about this being fresh picked. It had all the briny yum of lobster that has been swimming in the cold waters of Maine not too long before it was in my mouth. I would have scarfed the whole thing down and told Ken to buy his own had I not just stuffed myself to the brim with my favorite breakfast in Maine, blueberry pancakes from Two Cats in Bar Harbor. The amount of lobster meat did not actually throw off the meat:bread ratio. There were still good chunks of lobster and bread in every bite. I even forgot to order my melted butter to dip the lobster roll in and didn’t even miss it.
I like to say “expect nothing and you’ll never be disappointed”. Some think this is a depressing view of things but I disagree. Those who don’t hold this view will never experience the unbridled joy that comes from expecting absolutely nothing and being blown away by the fantasticness of what you find. Discovering a completely unexpected, unknown, fresh picked, lobsterman owned, lobster roll this good on Easter Sunday when the rest of Maine is closed or not carrying lobster until Fathers Day, just bliss. I actually jumped up and down and one point, no lie. I sure hope in the summer they consider doing a jumbo version and charging double. As the kid in the hilarious AT&T commercials says, “when you really like it, you want more”.
Weighed in at 4.1 oz.
Visited March 2013