FALMOUTH — It’s a cloudy Saturday afternoon on vacation, not quite beach weather, but not so dreary that we’re forced to stay inside. A perfect day to check out the pushcart we noticed recently, parked next to a tavern with a sign promising lobster rolls.
We are in town for my husband’s annual reunion with two high school friends. Brad has lived in Southern California for 25 years but comes to the Cape every summer with his family, and Mary still lives on Long Island near the town where the three grew up. As breakfast winds down, talk turns to lunch — or more specifically, where we should go for lobster rolls — and Brad hatches the idea of a “lobster roll-off.” We will stop at six places, buy one at each, bring them back to the house, and rate them on taste, value, ratio of lobster to roll, price, and other intangibles. We quickly start to take this very informal exercise quite seriously.