1982. Reagan’s grin beams from Zenith televisions. “Eye of the Tiger” blasts from boom boxes. Pac-man Fever infects arcades. E.T. phones home, the world tries to solve the Rubik’s Cube, and on the grimy streets of Times Square, Frankie Marino is about to turn into a lobster.

Dim-witted but kind-hearted, Frankie is at the bottom rung of mafia hierarchy, doing grunt work for mob boss Sal Migliachio, like wiping down peep booths, or breaking the thumbs of deadbeat debtors. Frankie hates his job. He’s just gotta hang in there till he saves enough money to realize his dream of reopening his nonna’s old delicatessen.

Maybe then he’ll be respectable enough to ask out Elsie Mahoney, the little red-headed token clerk whom Frankie’s been hopelessly in love with from afar.

But a simple collection job gone sideways sets off a chain of catastrophic events, causing Frankie to land on Sal’s hitlist. And worse, so does Elsie.

Desperate, Frankie turns to Dr. Z, the mob’s backroom medic and mad tinkerer. The doctor’s recently been experimenting with lobster DNA, and he’s got an idea that just might save Frankie…

As the neon lights flicker over 42nd street’s sticky sidewalks, Frankie’s transformation begins. What unfolds is a revenge tale worthy of the countless exploitation films playing around the clock at Midtown grindhouses in 1982. So put on your plastic bib, grab your lobster crackers, and claw your way into this crustaceous tail tale of horror, humor, and heart, as the mob is about to learn the hard way that revenge is a dish best served… with melted butter.