Coming back from vacation can be a little crazy
It took me two days to get out from under the pile of emails I had waiting for me back at the office.
They say some people believe that going on vacation is not even worth
the hassle you have to deal with when you return.
I'll take the hassle any day- thank you.
One of my favorite things about vacation?
The Food- hey I'm honest
Who doesn't love to find a great local (if not local to you) spot.
Here are a few (of the many) delicious things I ate while in the vacationland state.
We took a super early flight via Birmingham-Atlanta-Portland on Friday morning. So early that security wasn't even open when we got to the airport (NEVER again).
By the time we landed in Portland, rounded up our bags, and picked up our rental car; we were mucho famished. Without any planning or forethought, I googled breakfast in Portland and we ended up at Becky's Diner. It was only 4.5 mi from the airport and on the wharf in downtown Portland.
Ya'll-it was a good decision.
It was almost noon when we got there, so the place was already packed for lunch.
College students, dock workers and a long row of retired men reading the paper at the bar filled the place to the seams.
We got a table on the covered second story porch.
We opted for breakfast and it was enough to feed an army.
Blueberry pancakes, raisin bread french toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage links- oh my!
Dad opted for a fried haddock sandwich (he likes to be different).
It was almost noon when we got there, so the place was already packed for lunch.
College students, dock workers and a long row of retired men reading the paper at the bar filled the place to the seams.
We got a table on the covered second story porch.
We opted for breakfast and it was enough to feed an army.
Blueberry pancakes, raisin bread french toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage links- oh my!
Dad opted for a fried haddock sandwich (he likes to be different).
Brother seems to have a knack for half-assing things and still getting good results.
(pardon my French, it was necessary for emphasize)
I can spend all day highlighting recommendations, googling reviews, and reading chowhound forums
But brother can randomly pick a dinner spot off his phone as you can bet it will be delicious.
Go figure- we’ve been like this own entire lives.
We spent one night in Saco, ME just South of Portland
Mainly because the rooms were cheaper there.
With no solid dinner plans on my tentative itinerary
I told Trav to find us a spot to eat-
we ended up at The Lobster Claw
The place is nothing special to look at but what good lobster pound is?
You ordered at the window (typical) then headed to a closed in porch with gravel floors to wait for dinner and pray that the ceiling didn’t fall in or that the building inspector showed up before our dinner arrived.
HANDS DOWN, this was the best clam chowder of the entire trip- and we ate it several places to make sure we had a good test group.
Mom and I settled into cups of chowder and a shared order of fried haddock while Dad and Trav split the two lobster dinner special.
We also spent an afternoon in Kennebunkport, ME as we were making our way up the coast.
We wandered down through the town, looking at old historic homes
(President Bush, Sr. has a home here)
And popping into shops along the way.
On our way back out of town we stopped in Rococo an artisan ice cream shop
The girl behind the counter had me at goat cheese and blackberries-which is the flavor I picked
Other tempting selections included homegrown mint, and balsamic strawberry.
We also spent an afternoon in Kennebunkport, ME as we were making our way up the coast.
We wandered down through the town, looking at old historic homes (President Bush, Sr. has a home here)
and popping into shops along the way.
On our way back out of town we stopped in Rococo, an artisan ice cream shop.
The girl behind the counter had me at goat cheese and blackberries-which is the flavor I picked.
Other tempting selections included homegrown mint, and balsamic strawberry.
More Maine tidbits to come…
