Words really cannot describe my feelings when I look at this photo; none will do it justice!
For a very, very long time, we have been researching when and where we can get the perfect lobster roll. Having never had one before, the idea was idealised and heightened to a point where no roll would ever be good enough…or so we thought.
As perfect as the situation may sound, we weren’t expecting it at all. After a long walk around St Martins, Isles of Scilly (which just so happens to be my favourite place in the world) we were thinking about our appetites, and came across a sign for a cafe called Little Arthur…which served lobster rolls. Being on the island for a family wedding, it didn’t look likely that we’d get to go. Boats were leaving early, lunchtimes were full of family affairs and evenings reserved for dancing to some classic wedding tunes. But, with luck on our side, and as my photo has already suggested, we made it!
Oh. My. Gosh.
I have never tasted anything like it. Sweet lobster, caught the previous day by the fisherman who is also the postman. A beautiful bun, baked by the islands bakery not 100m from the cafe. And to top it off? Apple juice pressed by my Great Uncle at his Vineyard 100m in the other direction! Looking out over the sea, on a misty lunchtime, there were no words, just a shared look that confirmed we’d found our lobster roll.
We already knew we wanted to go back, the islands themselves being supremely beautiful and holding many memories for me, but this just made us even the more eager to get back as soon as possible.
Thank you Scilly. Thank you Little Arthur. Thank you Lobster.
One more to whet the appetite !