Noemi has fallen hard for the lobster on the corner in front of Mike's Seafood in Sea Isle City, NJ. We drive by this guy enthusiastically waving to the public all the time, and when we stop for our fresh catch she can't hop out of the car fast enough to shake that big red claw. She let out a squeal this past weekend, however, when the playful lobster followed her into Mike's. The moment he stepped over the threshold Noemi let him and all of Mike's patrons know that he had taken a step too far. Clearly, he belongs on the street and only on the street. Poor lobster guy--he felt really bad about making her cry. No worries--they quickly made up and were back to flirting in no time. We finally got the lobster to violate his summer job contract and talk to us, only to find out it has been the same guy in that suit each and every time we stop by. Thanks, Davor, now Noemi has a name for her crush.
