About 5 years ago, we started one of my favorite summer traditions...Lobstah Fest (no I did not misspell it, that's how we say Lobster in Rhode Island). It is a magical evening with family and dear friends, which starts with my father heading to the docks to fill an icy cooler with fresh lobsters. Every year seems to top the one before, and this year was no different. My mother pulled out all the stops with the decor, and everyone pitched in to create a delicious New England feast.
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