Last week, he hauled nearly 30 pounds of crustaceans, then told the cocktail crews from Pouring Ribbons, Summit Bar, and Evelyn Drinkery to stop by at 2:30am Wednesday morning. With the long communal table shielded by heavy paper, they dumped out the lobsters, smashed 'em with a mallet that may or may not belong to Thor, and told everyone to attack.
The plan is to have a few more impromptu bashes before the end of the summer, including one featuring Naked Cowboy oysters in all manner of preparations. Those'll lead up to a slightly more-formal "harvest party" in the community garden across the street just before fall, for which other Alphabet City bars will create punches and other group-appropriate libations.
About 30 to 45 minutes or so beforehand, they'll put out a call on Twitter, but that's about it. "We don't want people to be planning their night around it -- we just want it to happen." Folks who lobster just happened to at last Tuesday's boil included a Midwestern couple who hit a Broadway show and voyaged to Ave. C for a drink on a family member's tip, and a guy who dropped in for a sandwich at 2am, then abandoned it on the bar once it was covered with giant hunks of lobster meat and cups of melted butter.
Below's a look at some of the action from last week's lobster extravaganza -- be sure to follow @TheWaylandNYC and be ready to sprint over there when the Bat-tweet goes out.