The duck let me down.

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One of our mainstay restaurants when we drive up the coast to Damarriscotta is King Eider’s.

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A favorite of tourists and locals alike, it’s become a landmark.

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Located in an old, small brick building it’s tiny but mighty.

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Like its cocktails.

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I had the top listed selection, but are we really doing the second?

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Apparently, yes.

We are.

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I always order the crab cakes as they’re advertised… and always used to be… the best. This trip? Not so much. Hard, over cooked and over breaded. The husband’s giant mussels were the better choice.

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Husband’s broiled haddock? Huge, plentiful and perfectly prepared.

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My braised duck sandwich (when in Rome) with chopped apples, dried cranberries and melted cheddar? Dry and tasteless with barely a hint of the promised fruit.

Oh well,

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At least the sign was funny.

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21 thoughts on “The duck let me down.”

  1. I avoid buying “edibles”. When people overdose on THC and go through the extreme anxiety, it is usually due to consumption of an “edible”.

    Sorry your duck didn’t work out. I was hoping to live vicariously through you…

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      1. The THC drinks I see around here don’t appeal to me. I’m just guessing but my guess IS that it’s going to taste like the underside of my lawn mower. Remember “Grass”?
        Cathy likes edibles and I’ll have one to help me sleep from time to time but I prefer to smoke.
        Here’s a red hot burning question: How in the ever lovin’ Heck does one braise duck, greasy as it is, and have it come out dry?
        One more thing: Is that his wallet on the bar next to the haddock? I hope not. That thing makes my back hurt just looking at it.

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  2. It’s always sad when a trusted restaurant you frequent often goes downhill. There was a Chinese restaurant my friends and I would go to every Friday for years. But in the end, the place went out with a whimper…

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