Down home.
Newspaper, nutcrackers for the claws, big bowl of melted butter. Some bread and potato salad so you can pretend it’s a balanced meal. And of course, beer.
There’s none of this fancy-ass sauce or cheese or la-di-da accompaniments. Don’t get me wrong, I dig the fancy food. But sometimes you’ve just gotta keep it real.
Jealous!
Every time I head back to my hometown in Nova Scotia I bring back lobster to Toronto and we eat this exact meal, sometimes we fancy it up and have corn on the cob, for health reason of course!