by Jonathan Modest via Hockomock Swamp Supper Club and Desserts Emporium Facebook page, reprinted with permission.
Not far from bustling cities, with delis so fine,
Lived a Jewish kid with a naughty secret in mind.
While friends ate matzo and gefilte with pride,
He dreamt of the best lobster roll, far and wide.
Maguire’s Bar and Grill was whispered in culinary tales,
A (secret?) haven for lobster, with crusty details.
A half-pound of crustacean, plus tomato and bacon so sweet,
Grilled, crusty bread promising a forbidden treat.
One sunny summer day, with a plan to pursure,
He set off for Maguire’s, his heart pounding true.
Dodging familiar faces and “kosherer” fare,
He found the seafood haven, they had lobsters there!
The sandwich arrived, a sight for eyes sore,
He’d never seen such large chunks of lobster before.
With trembling hands, he took his first bite,
Pure ecstasy washed over, it all felt so right.
The plentiful, tender lobster, the bacon’s sweet kiss,
Each crunchy bite was pure, unbridled bliss.
Eyes closed in pleasure, he savored each taste,
Knowing this secret could never be traced.
He finished his meal, wiping treif juices away,
Planning his next covert trip someday.
As he left Maguire’s, with a mischievous grin,
He knew some secrets were worth the sin.
P.s. that pic is only half the sangwich….
Pps. They donate a portion of the sandwich cost to charity, so that negates the treif. It’s effectively kosher.
Original post is here.
