24 hours of culinary delights: Maine
It began yesterday evening with the much-anticipated surf-n-turf banquet for the National Tribal Environmental Council. Penobscot-style. Lobster and moose.
"Where is the moose?" one may ask. It's in the Moose Straganoff, of course.
Desert was a homemade blueberry pie, that was 95% blueberry, 3% crust, and a garnish of whip cream and strawberries.
This morning I walked to the 2 Cats restaurant for the french toast that had been recommended by locals.
What makes the french toast at the 2 Cats unique is that it is cut from baguettes.
Then it was off to Indian Island, home of the Penobscot Indian Nation (photos later).
Since Indian Island is close to Bangor, we decided to pay a visit to Stephen King's home and see why his fence is a local topic of conversation. As fate would have it, it was raining. That didn't stop us from posing in front of his house and the 3-headed dragon.
On the way back we stopped at a convenience store. As I perused the beer fridge, I came upon a very oddly-named beer: Double Bag. How now brown beer cow?
Back in Bar Hapbor, our attention turned to dinner. And lobster. And beer. Off we went to Geddy's.
Q: How does one get to Geddy's?
A: Look for the giant glowing moose on the roof.
We started with grilled Spam on the Halfshell. Everyone together... "Spam! Wonderful Spam!"
Continuing my survey of the local brews, I had a light brown called Moose Breath which, luckily, tasted much better than it's name. This was followed by a very smooth pale ale.
Others opted for the Blueberry Beer. I was expecting purple beer. What they got was beer... with blueberries. Bobbing blueberries.
While visiting Japan, I enjoyed salmon and squid pizza so I jokingly said, "I think I would like to try lobster pizza."
I was directed to page 3 of the menu: Lobster Newburg - pizza with Newburg sauce, topped with lobster, mushrooms, and scallions.
Now all that's left to do is digest.
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