Suckerpunched by Abbott's Lobster in the Rough

I'm not moving to Noank anymore. In fact, if I can find a city named Ank, I'll move there, because the lack of ank is apparently BAD. And BAD is what Abbott's Lobster Roll was when Alpaca, Pookie and I eagerly went to Noank today. You can see the disappointment in Pookie's expression as she sat there, suckerpunched by Abbott's (this is a candid photo - it was not at all posed, and her eyes weren't closed - she was looking at the BAD Lobster Roll with that look of disappointment). It was just sad.

Poop.