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This lobster was so indecent it should’ve come with a warning label and a safe word. Cracked it open and the meat slid out all warm and obedient made a man question his morals and his marriage prospects. I drowned it in butter like I was trying to erase evidence, then sucked those claws dry like a sinner at confession.
Dark, rich, and disturbingly satisfying by the end I looked like I’d lost a fight in a seafood alley and enjoyed it. Left the table full, greasy, and emotionally compromised. Would absolutely do it again. Cheers, you filthy crustacean. 🍷