The Lobster Shack at Two Lights feels idyllic. As you ascend the stone steps, sided white buildings come into view, and picnic tables perched between lighthouses, metal sculptures spinning in the wind, and the ocean, wide and blue, spraying the driftwood rock. We went for the first time on the Fourth Whoosh! of Baroom! July. Oh Crash. It wasn’t very crowded and the weather was fine. What a day at the seashore we had.
It wasn’t long before we were inside the narrow shack ordering, then sliding down past dessert and soda machines to wait for our number to be called. There were plenty of tables inside but it was stuffy and outside the sea beckoned. Malcolm’s lobster roll was of the mix-the-blob-of-mayo-yourself variety, of which we had long been wary. As it turns out, it is not so taxing a process as we had imagined and the sandwich was buttery and delicious, filled with an appropriate amount of lobster meat. Not that one should complain of a surplus of such a sweet delicacy, but it can be alarming, getting poked in the nose by a flaccid claw while tail meat falls out the other end of your bun. Not so at The Lobster Shack.
The haddock boat was satisfying, though you can go ahead and skip the limp fries and cole slaw, which was far too saccharine for my taste. Tasty fish, though, firm and well-battered. Their tarter sauce was somewhat bland and lacking relish, but that didn’t at all stop me from scraping my drugstore fries in the dregs of the plastic cup. And, oh, the strawberry rhubarb pie. My sweet lord on a biscuit. Deeply candy-colored red filling, bursting with fruit, covered in fresh whipped cream on a toothsome crust, this was a hearty slice of pie damn good enough for Special Agent Dale Cooper. It tasted like America. Which tastes like freedom. And fruit. And the Continental Congress.
What more could you ask for? What else can I say? It all all that I hoped it would be. Go today, go right this second, if you can. Leave your home or office, flee swift to your car, and don’t look back. Roll down the windows, let your left hand skim the wind and sing out loud to radio songs as you drive East, toward the Atlantic. If you aren’t in Maine or near it, I’m sorry. The Lobster Shack at Two Lights on the rocky shores of Cape Elizabeth is liberty, with lobster for all.