Working up an appetite walking around the lighthouse made us more willing than usual to try an unassuming little local spot for lunch.
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Yes, it was called the Happy Clam.
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And to be honest, he did look happy … so we ducked inside.
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The raspberry frozen daiquiri? Awful.
Clearly the clam wasn’t drinking that.
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Seeing the German flag proudly displayed out front and learning that the owner’s wife hailed from there, I took a chance on the schnitzel fingers appetizer.
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And oh my…
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Was I ever glad I did. Perfectly cooked, light and flavorful with the most delicious mushroom and thyme sauce. I haven’t had any this good since my Austrian mother passed away.
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Husband went with a puréed lobster bisque which was equally as good.
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And though I felt like I should have ordered the aforementioned bivalves, I opted for a fabulous crabmeat roll instead.
Totally stuffed, we stepped out of there happy as the namesake clam.
Until my husband spotted a yard sale…
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And bought a fistful of old wooden hangers and rulers.
I was born in New Jersey. And while we moved to Maine when I was 15, there’s still a part of me that identifies as a Jersey Girl. I say dawg and cawfee, love a good bagel, speak rapidly and have big hair.
What can I say?
Some things stick like glue…
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My hometown?
Thinks it’s New York.
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Ugh.
Say what you want about NJ, they know real Italian food.
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Isn’t that what it means?
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Definitely.
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In our case it was a baboon. An ostrich chased our station wagon as well…pecking at the windows the whole time.
After drinking our fill of beer at the off the beaten path brewery it was time for food, so we took the scenic route back through Westport Island.
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It’s a lovely place… and I even spotted a Kingfisher on a power line.
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Heading inland you can tell fall is right around the corner.
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The blueberry barrens are starting to turn red.
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Our destination was the old Jameson Tavern in Freeport which is now the Kings Head pub.
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We settled at the bar where I had a fabulous and quite potent blood orange margarita.
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The menu was small and I knew the husband would grumble, but I started with a plate of decent garlic Parmesan wings.
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So far so good for me, but my spouse is picky when it comes to restaurants. He said his shrimp cocktail was tough and chewy…and when he asked for some vinaigrette for the accompanying greens, the waitress brought a teeny tiny finger full and that was all it took.