Portland, Maine, part 2/część 2.
|There is only a mast left from the USS Portland, the beloved American heavy cruiser and the most awarded ship that served in WWII under the US flag. The rest... was sold for scrap.|
Jest coś wspaniale posępnego w tym znaku.
|In Portland, lobsters can be found on every corner but I was dreaming of a particular lobster roll from a particular place - the Fishermen's Grill. After wandering around the city on an empty stomach for a few hours, I was less and less excited to venture way outside the city center and wanted to give up on the idea. Then I made my way to the touristy wharf and laid my eyes on the culinary Sodom and Gomorrah, and just moments later I was boarding a bus full of seedy locals. To make things better, I got off at the wrong stop. When yet another car stopped next to me and yet another weirdo dude offered me a ride, I was dreaming not only of food, but also of giving karate kicks to the face.|
|The destination was way worth the trouble. The Fishermen's Grill has a small menu and only a few tables. All fish and seafood are sourced in New England. The charming cook suggested I get a locally brewed beer from a nearby store to have with my meal (Fishermen's does not have a liquor license). He must have read my mind.|
|I ordered the smallest sized lobster roll and I still struggled to finish it all. Everything in this meal was genius in its simplicity: perfectly cooked lobster meat, a touch of mayo, a fresh roll, good fries, well seasoned coleslaw. Too bad I didn't get to try other things on the menu, I cry especially after their pan-fried scallops. I like solo excursions but this time I really yearned for the company of Lee and his stomach. All good, we'll make up for it in November!|
(And we'll finally make it to the Cryptozoology Museum, which I was late to this time!)