triple lobsters at fishtales in hatfield, ma
I only have a couple of Massachusetts posts left! This is one of them. For our last proper dinner in Massachusetts, on Father’s Day, my Uncle Bob wanted to take us to this place for triple lobsters. Triple lobsters for $19.99. YES. You read that correctly. Look, I have proof!
See, I wouldn’t lie to you.
Also we were in Hatfield! No, it’s no reference to the famous Hatfields and McCoy’s though honestly I thought there might be some connection until I looked up that their famous family feud took place in Virginia. Hatfield is a tiny little town and when we drove down one street my uncle told us, “that was pretty much main street” and I just remember like 2 or 3 business buildings. Small town life, man.
We had a reservation for 6PM for our large party of 8 people. There was only one table large enough for our party and there was already another party seated… so we ended up waiting for another hour until we were able to sit down for our meal. There was a little crankiness going on by then.
All eight of us ordered the triple lobster special and due to the wait, the manager threw in a few free appetizers for us.
I’ll call this, “Bread I Will Eat Because I Am Hungry And That Is All” bread.
Dad and I picked the appetizers and we got an order of chicken wings.
I mean, these are chicken wings in the strictest sense. I would maybe call these “little buckets of grease” because oh my goodness were these greasy. So, so greasy. If you look closely, on the middle right side you can already see the yellow grease that was pooling up at the bottom of the basket…
These were cooked at the wrong temperature or something because these were the greasiest wings I’ve ever had in my life. Greasy mouth feel is not something I ever want to experience again.
We should have listened to my aunt who said the calamari wasn’t that good since one bite of this calamari proved it. These were very light in color and were under cooked. The batter still had a floury taste to them. Almost reminded me of the rubbery calamari they used to serve at the dining hall back in college. Neither version was worth eating.
To go along with our lobsters, we also ordered a basket of french fries. I don’t have any particular memories of these so I guess they were not atrocious. Good job, french fries. I applaud you for not being awful.
The time for lobsters was COMING. We prepared for their imminent arrival by donning plastic bibs featuring graphics of the food we were about to consume. They should practice this for other foods, too. Like a cheesecake bib. Or a pig bib. Or a burrito bib. Or maybe I’m the only one who is so messy that they carry a bib in their purse. Hmm!
When I was a teenager, my favorite t-shirt (which was from Massachusetts) had a graphic on it of a bunch of lobsters having a cook out wearing plastic bibs with people on them. I suppose this could be seen as morbid, but I just thought it was a hilarious. I’m sure somehow this says something about me.
LOBSTER TIME! Lobsters + butter = oh yes, please come get in my belly!
I had difficulty eating my first lobster but the second one went a lot easier. I didn’t even attempt to eat the third lobster (which, I swear is there on the left, he’s holding up the top guy) since I was so full after getting through two! It’s also so much work to get all of that precious lobster meat out.
My aunt and uncle are making their lobsters dance over there.
Another shot of my delicious lobsters.
My aunt wanted the lobster heads and other parts to make stock and soup. These are some of the leftover guts and shells. They divided up the leftovers between my two aunts and there must have been at least eight take out boxes full of shells and leftover lobster!
The lobster turned out to be quite delicious so it was worth it in the end… but you might want to skip those appetizers if you’re ever swinging by. I wish we could have taken some of that lobster home!
5 School St.
Hatfield, MA 01038