Pretty straighforward question.
Obviously this only applies if you regularly eat lobsters or other juicy crustaceans.
Don’t get to eat them recently, but stopped using the bibs 30 years ago. Of course I don’t wear $100 shits either. It’ll come out in the wash. 
No. I usually eat lobster at home outside though, not in restaurants. I’ve gotten pretty good at keeping the lobster juice off myself.
You are eating at the wrong restaurants.
Me too. It’s the people around me that need to worry about their $100 shits.
I now cannot get the image of Mr. Creosote out of my head.
Used to – it was part of the ritual – but I never order lobster in a restaurant any more.
I go to a lobster restaurant about once a year, and yes, I wear a bib. Everyone else who orders lobster there does.
The other night I was at a restaurant on what turned out to be lobster night. About half of the people there were wearing them.
I live in Maine. I know from lobster bibs.
Here’s the thing … lobster bibs are for tourists. There is no function to them whatsoever, except that it makes it easier for non-tourists (and other normal people who don’t make it a habit of dribbling all over themselves when they eat) to make fun of said tourists behind their backs … especially if they’re having their picture taken while wearing one, holding up a lobster claw and giving a big thumbs up and a cheesy grin for the camera.
No, but I’m very fond of those terry-cloth tennis wrist bands. I’ve never wasted any lobster meat by dropping it on myself, but I despise that feeling of the juice dripping down toward my elbows.
Nut crackers and tennis wristbands are de rigeur for us when we sit down to a feast. (Dad is from New Hampshire, so we are very serious about our lobster feasts!)
You’re right! I must have been thinking of my experience at a BBQ place in South Florida.:smack:
I’m wearing one right now.
No pants, though. It’s damn hot in this library.
Like it’s not easy enough to laugh at the ones that pry a bit of meat out of the tail, then dump the entire thing into the waste bucket… (One of my favorite restaurants in Maine now splits the lobsters open with a knife before serving; I have to practically beg to get an unmolested lobster.)
I’ve never worn the bib, though I’ll typically save them over the course of a vacation to keep track of the number of lobsters eastern.
If someone would take me out for lobster, I would wear ONLY a lobster bib, and 5" heels. 
Oh baby, I would do such sexy things to you, if my mind were not filled with thoughts of Bryan Ekers. What can I say, he’s got a library card.
And 6" heels.
I’ve never eaten a lobster western. I understand they look like giant cockroaches and have tasty tailmeat.
Favorite typo today! 
I’ve actually never had lobster, but am a crab fanatic. I was IMMENSELY proud of myself a few months ago, when I went to a crab feast, dressed nicely for my sweetie, drank quite a bit of wine, wore no bib, tore my way through 6 crabs…and got home to find my outfit was spotless. 
Forget the very sexy Bryan Ekers. I’m in love.
(Obviously, that should have been “eaten”. That’s what I get for getting too comfortable with Swype.)