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!)