By lex, on August 9th, 2010
Durgin Park, she said. You won’t regret it, she said.
Durgin Park – “Established Before You Were Bahn.”
“The special today is the lobstah roll,” the waitress said. Her honor being a lady of certain age. “It comes with beans, fries and cole slor.”
How could I resist?
In faith, I had never had a lobstah roll before. I didn’t know how to eat it. I asked my neighbors if they were from Bahston, and they said no. “New Hampshah.”
Does one carve it up, or what, I asked, pointing delicately with my fork.
“You pick it up and eat it,” said the patriarch. A look of abiding contempt in his gimlet eye. “Whaa you from?”
Parts else, I was forced to admit.
Try the Indian Pudding, I was told. The waitress set it down, cautioning, “Cahful, it’s haht.”
Which it had ice cream atop.
“This is lo-cal,” I stated more than asked. “Right?”
“Let’s put it this way, hon: You won’t have no prahblem sleeping.”
“What’s in it?”
“Cahn meal, molasses and brown sugah.”
Right glad am I that this is but a short stay.