Worst I ever had was at a restaurant in Great Salt Pond, Block Island, Memorial Day weekend, 1969 [Yes they were so bad as to be memorable]. We had sailed in from Perth Amboy and as the last dinner before departure went to one of the local seafood joints. The lobster tasted like wood and had a simlar texture.

I also acquired my dislike of Nastygansett beer that evening. When I lived in The Great State of Maine, I tried the Nasty again--once. It was still lousy.