“Character, Adventure, and Great Lobster. Thanks, Dave!!”
When you know where you're going and what to expect, the best adventures are sure to follow. My wife and I visited Lobster Dave's Lobster Shack during a week in Ocho Rios after doing a bit of research on places to eat and meet the locals. And there's the key: Lobster Dave's is far more than just a place to eat (though it is, indeed, a great place to eat); it's a place to dive into Jamaica headfirst with your eyes closed and your mouth open. As it says in the review just below this one (or somewhere down there), it is, indeed, a "scary lobster shack" if that's the colour of your lenses. It is also colourful, safe, friendly, loud, active, a bit overwhelming, sensual, beautiful, and delicious. More's the pity if you focus on the "scary" bit. Dave greeted us personally, laughed with us, recommended to us what we should have (no menus or listed prices), and took very good care of us. Except for a slightly odd bit at the end that I'll talk about in a second. :)
The food. Dave told us (my wife and I) that we were having a lobster plate that he would make up for us, with lobster, plantains, bammy, and something else (I forget), and that it would cost us $50. Hey, sounds good, $25 each for a lobster sounds fine. Only we didn't get a lobster. We got 8. Yup, 8. They weren't huge, but they weren't tiny, either. And there were 8 of them, cut in half and served with some heavenly sauce on top of each half. The tails peeled out like they were eager to be eaten, and eat them we did. Along with the cold Red Stripe.
The shack itself is a few shacks up from the actual water, so my wife and I wandered down to the water to await our meal (okay, and to smooch a bit). Within about 10 minutes, two of the locals had set a table up for us right beside the water and told us we would be eating there, and they would bring the food down to us. And they did. And it was wonderful.
Okay, the odd bit: We finished eating down by the water, and down wanders Lobster Dave himself (who is a big fellow, deep voice). He hunkers down beside me and, looking very serious, says "you pay me for the lobster." Pause. Um, pardon? "You pay me for the lobster." Okay. Um, now? Can we wait until we leave? Big smile "Oh, sure man, no problem, just catch me on your way out." It seems that he was worried we would mistakenly pay the guys who got the table for us, who had nothing to do with him. So he wasn't demanding payment right then, just clarifying that when it comes, it comes to him. Funny.
Anyway, we paid him, and so lived to tell this tale.
Unhesitatingly recommended for anyone with a bit of adventure and a taste for really deliciously prepared lobster.
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