There comes a moment in every lobster lover’s life when the hunt for the perfect all-you-can-eat experience feels impossible. Drive enough Washington highways, and disappointment becomes the expected outcome-that sad salad bar, the tiny claws, the prices that make your wallet weep.
My skepticism was at an all-time high when whispers started reaching my ears about some legendary spread hiding somewhere in Washington.
The rumors promised endless piles of fresh lobster, mountains of drawn butter, and a price that seemed too good to be true. Skepticism met curiosity, and curiosity, as it often does, won…