We spent the second week of June in beautiful, coastal Maine. Even though it was overcast with occasional rain nearly the whole trip, the scenery was breathtaking--especially the view from atop Mt. Battie. The fog rolled out from the Camden harbor as we watched from high above. But what really floored us was the food in both big-city Portland and sleepy-town Camden (with a few stops in between). Let's just say we ate well--and often. Here's a list of what we did food-wise (in chronological order):
OK, last post I said that three Maine restaurants lead my favorites list (Francine, Fore Street, and Chase's Daily--in that order), but I qualified that by noting it was as of that day. As of today, Talula's Table tops the list. My next post will attempt to describe the ethereal experience I had on Saturday night in Kennett Square.
Look for this weekend's post on what we did during our recent vacation. Hint: Check out my clever (read lame) post title.
From the most incredible Whole Foods ever (well, except for maybe the flagship store in Austin) to a coffee roastery (?) to fine dining white tablecloth-style to a dockside lobster establishment to the most blessed (think Billy Graham) doughnut shop ever.
Maine's state motto "Dirigo" means "I lead." As of today (because it changes frequently), three Maine restaurants lead my favorites list. Yes, Maine.
I was a fishmonger in my past life or maybe I grew artichokes. I'm convinced. It explains my present life's fascination with all things food. I cook like it's my job. I eat as if every meal's my last. I've never been one for cooking contests (I leave that to my champion grandparents and Mom) nor eating competitions (damn that overactive gag reflex). I don't have food critic envy nor do I aspire to chefdom. What I have is clinical. Diagnosis: An all-consuming obsession with consumption. Prescription: Know full well.
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