This weekend is supposed to be near 60 degrees. Jingle bells are ringing, but I’m daydreaming about summer. Without fail on one of the first warm days of Spring, my husband and I will find ourselves at Bob Lobster asking for a heaping plate of fried clams. During the winter months, I pop in from time to time for a quart of chowder. In my opinion, the perfect lunch this time of year is chowder with a piece of Annarosa’s sourdough bread and a local beer.
I will leave you with some images of what I like to call The Three Bs: Beer, Bicycle and Bob Lobster.