The first time we went there, likely about 12 years ago, at the end of our meal they brought around the dessert tray and went through our choices: “apple pie, cherry pie, apple crisp, cheesecake, sex in a pan…” As is my wont I immediately blushed upon hearing the last option. I had no idea what our waitress was talking about, and thought perhaps that I had fallen victim to some bizarre Island mating ritual.
It turns out that Sex in a Pan is this:
On that first night I managed to overcome my shock and actually order it. I’m not entirely sure what’s in it — various pudding-related products figure prominently, as does whipped cream — but it was very good, at least in a “remembering 1975 at the Carlisle United Church Turkey Supper” nostalgic kind of way.
So good, in fact, that we took to referring to The Lobster Claw as “Sex in a Pan.” As in “should we stop for sex in a pan before we go to the beach?” Or at least I started doing this.
Unfortunately every time we’ve been to the Claw since that fateful first day, Sex in a Pan has not been available: they’ve either been sold out, or it was just off the menu that week.
On Friday, however, having supper with Oliver before Indiana Jones, Sex in a Pan showed up on the dessert tray for the first time in a decade. I jumped at the chance. It was as dreamy as I remembered.
When our check came I noticed that Sex in a Pan is abbreviated SIAP, so if the notion of appearing to proposition your waitress makes you uncomfortable, I imagine that scrawling that on a napkin would wordlessly get you what you want.
Indiana Jones is on at Brackley Drive-in next weekend too, playing with Iron Man as the second show. Things get started around 9:00 p.m., leaving you plenty of time for Sex in a Pan before the show.