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Next to one of my husband’s favorite summertime flea markets there was an old farmhouse.

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Which was turned into a family restaurant…

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Which went downhill over the years and became a rough and tumble biker bar called the Montsweag Roadhouse.

Now? It’s undergone another transformation and has become the Montsweag Farmhouse restaurant.

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Its a nice place to stop for a drink when you’re cruising up (or down as the case may be) Route 1.

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We’ve had quite a few meals here but never know what to expect. Sometimes it’s good, other times not. On this particular day I started with an interesting cocktail.

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The apple barn spritz.

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For lunch? An anemic Caesar salad for me and a horrible bowl of French Onion soup the husband ending up sending back.

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He switched to the mussels which he didn’t really enjoy either.

Bean sprouts on mussels? Just.. no.

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I moved on to a very tart cranberry margarita…

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And the vegetable risotto with sautéed garlic greens which was divine.

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Rich, creamy and very flavorful.

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The husband ended with a really nice blueberry crumble for dessert… and the fact that I tried to cut through the ramekin thinking it was a crust speaks to how potent my drinks were.

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In case you’re wondering where the word Montsweag originated.

It’s Maine. We have lots of Native American names.

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