Yesterday on a shoot in Maine I was subjected to eating prison food—and it was better than you think. I don’t know how many prisons today serve lobster for lunch, but many years ago in Maine the lobsters were so plentiful that they would wash up on shore. I was told by the chef that lobster was once considered poor man’s food and routinely served in prisons. In fact, once the prisoners revolted because they were tired of eating lobster.
Lobsters back in Colonial New English sometimes reached 40 pounds.
That may not be worth of a feature film but you have to admit that that could make for an interesting scene in a story. And I actually don’t know where folklore and truth meet surrounding the stories of Maine lobsters, but I hope I get some more prison food today—even if it’s cooked on a bed of seaweed.