I once had a dream about a “lobster hotdog.” A lobster tail in a buttered hotdog bun. I went to a sports bar that happened to serve lobster tail and had hot dog buns. The waitress willing let me order this culinary sin. On an occasion, I still wake up in a cold sweat with the faint memory of processed bread and shellfish…
I once had a dream about a “lobster hotdog.” A lobster tail in a buttered hotdog bun. I went to a sports bar that happened to serve lobster tail and had hot dog buns. The waitress willing let me order this culinary sin. On an occasion, I still wake up in a cold sweat with the faint memory of processed bread and shellfish…