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After a beer and hard cider filled morning and early afternoon…. and a less than stellar mid afternoon chowder house lunch with margaritas, I thought we were going home. But my husband realized we were driving up on a friend’s town and gave him a call.

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Enter the Bait Shed restaurant and bar in the Pine Point area of Scarborough…

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Where our friend was sitting and thoughtfully holding seats for us… complete with waiting cocktails.

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I’d never been nor even heard of this place, but a better spot to end the day would be hard to find.

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The ocean breeze was cool, the summer tourists were gone. We had good company, potent drinks, hearty laughs and fresh seafood.

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They don’t take themselves too seriously at the Bait Shed….

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Probably because their establishment really was a bait shed in a previous life.

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It’s the type of place Maine locals avoid like the plague during the season and visit frequently once the outta staters have left the state.

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It’s the type of place where you’ll get a dirty look if you order an espresso martini, but I saw a bowl of chowder go by and damned if it wasn’t the real thing.

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