So the story goes like this: My dear friend Mariana Cotlear (with whom I have shared many follies of foodie culture in NYC) invited me to visit her new friend who opened a food truck in the West Village that sells lobster rolls. The whole concept is to bring to the city a bona-fide, Montauk-based lobster experience, served up in the park straight from a shiny, refurbished Airstream RV, painted turquoise on the interior and operated by a bronzed beach goer named Stephane.
We were drinking white wine and eating lobster and brainstorming names for the food truck. After some time, throwing around words, and I offered
The Lobster Tank. Stephane decided that was it.We proceeded to celebrate by consuming more of our surrounding delicacies.
What does it mean for me? Free lobster rolls, indefinitely. Check and check.
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