This ain't no Peter Pan rival! James Hook (& Co) has traded his eternal struggle against his crocodile nemesis for a new life of lobster fishing. Not only so, but he has also set out to replace the agonies of losing his right hand with something else life-changing: the award of "Greatest Lobster Roll" from your humble reviewers at Project Lobsterland.
Captain Hook is so focused on perfecting his craft that he's spent none of his money on a storefront, and all of it on having the most prime real estate in all of Boston. Located right where the Boston Tea Party occurred (an event that showed that early Americans had absolutely no regard for dumping microplastics into an important waterway which would poison the wildlife they were eating), Captain's building is not much more than a parking lot with a shipping container. I suggest that nobody takes financial investment advice from this pirate.
If the Captain is offering advice on how to craft a lobster roll, though? I'll be the first to tune in. The lobster portions were certainly good, with a fork required for early eating. Freshly caught and transported just that morning from Neverland, the lobster was definitely at the high-end of what your humble reviewers have tasted. The bun was simple and didn't attract any attention. For this, we can only be neutral, as a warm, buttery bun is never a disappointment. Yet it also didn't lack structural integrity, nor did it seem stale. It was just fine.
Where Captain James could have done better, though, was value. At the price point when reviewed, most other establishments include a healthy serving of carb-and-trans-fat delight. The Captain had no regard for the well-being of your humble reviewers, squeezing every penny possible out of his visitors. But assuming positive intent, you have to imagine that continuing to run a small lobster fishing business alive while neighbors betray you by selling prime property to gentrifying developers isn't an easy business, especially with rampant inflation destroying your livelihood. And so, though the value is poor, a visit to James Hook feels like a strong middle finger to the man. And thus, James embodies the spirit of Boston after all, though this time giving the F-U to corporations rather than George III.