New England Lobster Roll


First time trying the Green point location. A few years back they had a location in Lower East Side Manhattan (L.E.S.). It has since closed. Majority of the street was bought out to build condos. Loved that place.
Used to be my go-to spot. Where my love for lobster rolls began.

Lobster Joint’s New England lobster roll  (pictured above) is steamed lobster tossed in fresh herb and celery mayo served cold inside of a buttered, toasted split-top bun. There is quite a bit of lobster stuffed in there. Surprisingly filling and not heavy. Won’t leave you with food coma!  Sweet lobster and that herb mayo really highlighted the sweet taste of lobster. Comes with a coleslaw, pickle and choice of salad/fries/chips on the side. I tried the Connecticut style lobster roll as well. A Connecticut style lobster roll is steamed lobster tossed in just butter and served warm inside of a buttered, toasted split-top bun.  I prefer the former. It is more flavorful in my opinion with the creamy herb mayo whereas the Connecticut lobster roll is a little more bland taste-wise.

Good portion size if you eat an average amount. If you have a large appetite, you’re going to need more than this. I recommend adding a clam chowder on the side. It’s very nice, creamy and flavorful with meaty clam and potato chunks. Comes with oyster crackers. A suggestion to stir the soup before consuming because the cream is on the bottom. We ordered delivery. I presume that is to prevent the cream from curdling when they reheat the soup. All in all, quite good. Casual meal for a slightly steep price. You’re paying for the lobster here and it is worth every penny. 9.5/10 would visit again.

Price: $$

Around $21 for lobster roll with a coleslaw, pickle and choice of salad/fries/chips on the side.

$8 Cup of clam chowder

 Lobster Joint

1073 Manhattan Ave.

(Eagle and Dupont)

Brooklyn, NY 11222


718.389.8990 / 718.389.8993


Moral Dilemmas


It’s Sunday morning. You’re ready for a relaxing day at home but you realize that you’re all out of coffee. You take a quick trip to the grocery store, and while you’re in line to check out, someone comes up behind you and points a gun at the cashier. “Stop what you’re doing. Give me all the money in the register.” What do you do? Do you run or do you stop the robber?

“Give me all the money or I’ll fucking kill you.”

I see the glint of the gun as I am about to place a bag of frozen rice cakes on the conveyor belt. The young cashier girl’s eyes widen with fright. I turn and see the man. His face is flushed like a rotten tomato on a sweltering day. Sweat is beaded on his lined forehead. There is rage in his clouded unfocused eyes. It looks like rage at the world. The man continues to scream and gesture at the cashier girl with his gun. Big fat tears roll down her cheeks. His yellowed sweat stained t-shirt is in tatters.There are track marks all over his arms. I should be scared. But I don’t feel fear. I feel bad for this man.

 Desperate for funds to get his next fix. Just a shell of a man who’s only purpose has been reduced to getting that next high. A slave to drugs. The man turns his attention to me and keeps cursing. I can’t believe this is happening. All I wanted was to get some damn rice cakes to make dukbokki and some coffee. He lowers his gun to his side. Just as I am about to answer with some curses of my own, a burly shopper smashes a jar of pickles onto the back of the robber’s head. The robber crumples to the floor in a pool of pickle juice and glass shards. Those pickles look crunchy. They’d go nicely sliced up as a side ,to the dukbokki. I headed to the pickle aisle.

Disclaimer: Fiction LOL

I wish you enough


I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye.

-Bob Perks, Chicken soup for the grieving soul

They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. A day to love them and an entire life to forget them.