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Lydia had gotten the impression that Maryland was more known for its crab, but there wasn't a crab restaurant on the island, only a lobster one. Perhaps it was out of respect for the crab-based religion of the clinic staff? But that was none of her business. What was her business was that the Lobster Hut had said that sure, they could accommodate a large group, if said large group didn't mind the furniture having transformed into beanbags and the like. Lydia had said that she was sure they could, sent out a message to the usual Supper Club group, and here they were! Ready to enjoy some delicious seafood dipped in butter.

Mmm, butter.

Welcome to Supper Club! The Lobster Hut is open, and has plenty of bibs for everyone!
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Stiles' last two dates hadn't gone well, one ending with him being kidnapped and his date getting mauled and the other ending with his date having a psychotic episode at an ice rink. So he didn't have high hopes for this date going well, though maybe since it wasn't actually a real date disaster would be averted. Or maybe it'll be averted because being on a date with Derek was punishment enough.

Fake date or not, Stiles did manage to put in a little bit of effort in his appearance. Meaning he called the other Derek for fashion advice and that phone call got passed off to Peter because Derek so did not care about Stiles' social life. So he was actually wearing something that wasn't flannel for once because you don't turn down Hale fashion advice, even when given by a psycho.

Since he didn't really care about being polite, Stiles got a table and started eating the rolls before Derek got there. This was so weird. Maybe the world will end before things got too awkward.

[For the "date" primarily, but the post is open of course]
[personal profile] electrocynic
"I don't even like bloody seafood."

Sarah and her parents had been in Lobster Hut for barely five minutes: just long enough for them to have claimed their party's table, and for Barry to have started complaining. It made Sarah smirk. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hold on to her amusement, though. What with Guy's ex being on her way here, the tarty clothes may have been the wrong choice for this outing, as much as they had already made her father glare daggers at her.

"I'm sure there's something you'll like, Barry," Lynda tried to appease her husband, "you'll see, luv."

Sarah just gave that a snort.

[ooc: Sarah and her parents are here for the most disastrous dinner ever, but the post is open for your other Lobster Hut needs!]
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[personal profile] dressedinblood
Anna was having a great day. After having ice cream for breakfast, she'd embarked on a personal grand tour of Fandom's restaurants. A food crawl, if you will. Nachos: delicious. Froofy coffee drinks with whipped cream and flavored syrups: yes, please. Sushi: the jury was still out. Anna thought she rather preferred her fish cooked.

Which was how she found herself, in Kenzi's body and Kenzi's clothes, at the grand finale of her day...Lobster Hut. As a poor girl in Ontario in the fifties, lobster was the kind of thing Anna had only dreamed of, and now they were bringing one to her table with drawn butter, all for her. And if she was sitting there with knife and fork clutched in hand, a gleam in her eye, well...this was probably her only chance to eat lobster, and she was trying not to think about why. Allow the girl her manic glee and gluttony, just for today, because tomorrow, she'd probably be dead again.

((Open restaurant is open!))
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
It wasn't that Bruce didn't want Alfred to socialize at the meet and greet. It wasn't even that he felt it might be too weird for everyone (including both himself and Alfred) to see Alfred as a participant at a party rather than running it. No, his reasons for having a slightly more private meeting with Alfred than the party would allow were entirely selfish. He had spent far too much time in Fandom trying to either pretend to be social or deal with an inability to find time to himself. When the opportunity to get rid of all that and simply be himself around the only person in the world who knew him really well revealed itself, he had to take it.

The fact that he took Alfred to Lobster Hut was just because it amused Bruce to have Alfred be served at a place with "Hut" in the name.

"How does it feel to eat a meal you didn't actually prepare?" Bruce asked.

[OOC: For the butler, but otherwise open for all of your lobster or hut needs.]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
Because Jean was aware that the other version of herself mad plans to be here, she didn't think any harm would come in seeing to this boy.

This non-Scott boy.

So, she waited patiently at a table. Yes, still in the white and gold Phoenix costume. It was almost refreshing that none of the serving staff even looked twice at it.

Her chest on the other hand....

[[For the best date ever]]
[identity profile] bigbadgunn.livejournal.com
It was late in the afternoon when Charles Gunn arrived at the Lobster Hut.

One might wonder why a former street gang member was standing in front of the Lobster tank with a forlorn look on his face.

However if you were a gremlin bitten Charles Gunn who went to Modeling for Dummies class...

You might have an inkling of why he was there.

"Oh, Andre..."

[Establishy for "Tim" Gunn. Though open for those who really feel the need for fresh lobster and delicious cheddar biscuits.]
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Leto was quite certain that Triela would show up, despite her obvious nervousness about this dinner. She was too proud not to. He also suspected that she had suggested seafood to make him a little uneasy, but it didn't quite work. The Fremen did keep fish to protect their water reserves, after all, even if they tasted differently than those from the sea.

Lobsters, however. Leto wrinkled his nose a little as he looked through the menu, waiting for Triela.

[For one, obviously.]

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After their practice in the range, Karla and Triela headed up to the Lobster Hut for lunch. Karla'd chosen it because she at least recognized seafood. And there generally weren't little tiny peppers OF PAINFUL SPICY DEATH to deal with.

They were shown to a booth immediately, with a waiter coming by to drop off their menus. And some bread rolls, which Karla appreciated. She hadn't exhausted herself like she had the last time they'd practiced in the range, but she was almost always hungry anyway.

"Want one?" Karla offered the basket to Triela.


[Thread locked for Triela, but restaurant is open to anyone. Except people who believe that Manhattan-style clam chowder is really clam chowder. NO SEA FOOD FOR YOU.]

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