It was our last night on Cape Cod and we wanted our farewell dinner to be a special one. We searched the various publications we’d picked up, looking for a seafood place that might meet our exacting standards. Lobster . . . it had to be lobster. And good lobster at that. We stumbled upon Anthony’s Commaquid Inn and decided it would be perfect—assuming it was open. A phone call confirmed that it was, and we set off for our dining adventure.
Everything on the Cape is ridiculously close by Texas standards, so even allowing for primping we arrived at our destination 15 minutes after the phone call. Driving up, we thought two things: 1) it looked mighty fancy for our jeans-clad selves and 2) it didn’t look like anyone was there.
When we strode through the front door, the hostess greeted us with a cheery, “I just talked to you on the phone, didn’t I?” We agreed, and were shown to our seats. We scored a table at the window with an amazing view of Cape Cod Bay…
…which was not as impressive as it sounds, considering the only other customers were an elderly couple who had already reached the dessert course.
“Where were all the people?” we wondered. The manager calmed our fears by telling us this was their first week open for the season, and reminding us the Celtics-Lakers final game was that night. Everyone else on the Cape was in front of a TV.
That explained everything, so we settled in to enjoy the view and the undivided attention of the restaurant staff.
They had—oh joy—lobster as their special. Stuffed lobster, in fact, and it sounded so good even Rosemary, our lobster purist, ordered it. But first, we got these lovely popovers:
Then the main course arrived.
And we were happy.
It was amazing. This, imho, is how lobster should taste. It was the perfect final dinner for our fabulous vacation. Please visit this restaurant—I want them to still be in business when I return to the Cape.