Hey! Let's go out to eat.
I know a place that can't be beat.
Something, something, lobster, too
at Woody's Eastham Lobster Pool!
I obviously don't know all the words, even though this is the jingle Chris recorded in our basement. Because the band needs to get a hobby, they did about a hundred versions, including a ska version, a Beach Boys version and something kind of loungey. So they recorded it a few hundred times and then played it over and over again to mix it. And then they put in the narrative, for good measure. Which took, you know, about 700 takes.
I am very, very well versed in what Woody's has to offer.
No pun intended.
We finally got to go the other night and boy howdy am I glad we did. It has that Cape Cod kitsch thing going, without being cheesey. There's a raw bar made out of the stern of a boat (that's the back, for anyone who is not a sailing class primadonna). There are steel lobster claws used to support things - the mantle, a little roof over where the food comes out of the kitchen. There are two dinghies tied up outside in a harbor made of blue flowers. I know, I know, it sounds totally tacky - like you'd be able to buy snowglobes and those pens with floating sailboats inside. But somehow they walk the line and you end up looking around and saying, "yep, this is cool." For instance, the flowers are not plastic and the mulch is not spray painted blue. Which would be awesome for a mini golf course. I like my mini golf experiences to be heavy on the cheese.
While I am relentlessly forgiving of mini golf, restaurants often rub me the wrong way. Some of them smell weird, others are too cookie-cutter. There was a place in Denver where my friend and I took our own glasses because the ones at the bar were a deal breaker. Stuff like that.
Woody's score: no complaints. That, my friends, is high praise.
It's a good thing I can overpower my kids because we were supposed to share the crabcakes and the fish tacos. I hardly ever order fish tacos because I almost always hate them. These? I will order again. As for the crabcakes, I did eventually agree to share them (begrudgingly) with the rest of the family. But not until I had licked off the remoulade.
I know, it's not a comprehensive review of the menu items and so I need to go back. For you. It seems the least I can do.
Also the least I can do? Is get the jingle stuck in your head. The Woody's Jingle. Does anyone know how to post an mp3? You will thank me.
(you will thank me to shut up, actually - but it will be fun until you realize that you've been humming the jingle for 3 consecutive weeks.)
This is not a paid endorsement, but I would be okay with some fish tacos if they happened to send them my way (ahem). Woody's Eastham Lobster Pool is on Route 6 in Eastham, just south of the Bracket Road traffic light. You know, where Jasper's surf shop used to be.
Dear lord I am starving.