Every summer, I go up to Maine, where I take it upon myself as a solemn duty to devour as many lobsters as humanly possible. It only seems reasonable—if I were their size, and they were my size, they wouldn’t hesitate to devour me, either.
I also stop in every summer at Sawyer’s Specialties in Southwest Harbor, one of the best wine stores I know of anywhere, which is particularly surprising given that it’s in a town of only 1,700 or so people. Scott Worcester, a local resident, opened the store almost 20 years ago. He knows wine, but more to the point—his family’s been on the Maine coast since the late 1600s—he also knows lobster.
Ask him how many lobsters he’s eaten in his life, and he'll laugh. “Not enough! But north of 500, definitely. Usually when I sit down for lobster, it’s two or three of them.”