Every year, usually on a Thursday in July, most of the Cabot crew gathers in Salem, jumps into cars and heads north. With bathroom breaks and a stop to purchase refreshing beverages (ahem), the group drives through New Hampshire’s tiny seacoast neck and winds up in Kittery, Maine, at the Chauncey Creek Lobster Pound. There, lobsters, baked beans, coleslaw, steamers, mussels and (importantly) chips are consumed and the store of tissue-restoring beverages is significantly reduced.