From dawn to dusk, wooden boats motor across the tiny harbors of Maine’s central coast. Men in
rubber bib overalls toss lobster crates onto floating wooden docks, then abruptly cast off to haul
more traps. Cooks hustle the crustaceans from dock to steamer to plate. The feast begins as
diners crack shells, dig out the meat, and revel in the deep-sea flavor of the sweet-salty flesh.