boardwalk bisque: on regret + spring recs

This weekend, I ordered lobster bisque on the Coney Island boardwalk. It’s questionable, I know. Why risk exploding your stomach when the closest comfortable bathroom is either mauled by kids and moms in neighboring stalls or an hour-long subway ride to your own apartment? I’m not some Shellfish Head that reports on bisques all over the world. Why Coney…

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