Red’s Eats

The best lobster roll, period. Change my mind.

It’s been a hard year and, being quarantined in New York City, I find my thoughts drifting to happier times and the places where they occurred. Maine bubbles up frequently. The first time making my way north with the girl I was dating, now my wife, through the dark winding roads of a January evening; My first time to Cook’s Lobster House; My wedding on the coast in…