Tag Archives: belfast

Darby’s Tavern

.

A trip up the coast to Belfast brought us to Darby’s Tavern.

.

.

It was built in 1865 and still has its original tin ceiling.

.

.

The bar screams prohibition era retro.

And speaking of the bar…

.

.

A ruby red grapefruit martini hit the spot.

.

.

I think the Babe approved.

Darby’s is famous for it’s “from scratch” kitchen, and lunch did not disappoint.

.

.

I started with homemade cornbread with blueberry maple butter. Ooh la la! So good I didn’t want to share.

.

.

But the husband started with a sinfully rich cream of broccoli soup and kept reaching for my bread.

.

.

Above the bar? The antique Budweiser lamp my husband has been trying to cajole off his brother who owns the same one . When you switch it on, the lamp lights and the Clydesdales start walking. Real man cave material, but Darbys wouldn’t sell theirs either.

.

.

I ordered off the specials menu, though I had no idea what made a crab’s toe peek.

.

.

Didn’t matter, it was delicious. Toes et al.

.

.

Husband chose a broiled haddock in scampi sauce with a fresh green salad and maple Dijon vinaigrette.

Good drinks, good food, good place!

👍

.

Scenic drive up the coast..

.

A few photos from our drive up the coast the other day.

.

.

Daylilies were blooming everywhere. Small batches in front of homes and large clumps growing riotously in fields.

.

.

This was parked alongside someone’s garage. It takes model building to a whole new level.

.

.

A lavender farm.

.

.

Belfast harbor.

.

.

Some serious rock.

.

.

The (famous around these parts) Penobscot Narrows Bridge.

.

.

It definitely makes you feel small.

.

.

And always makes me appreciate engineers.

.

.

Rubber ducky….

.

In life, mysteries abound.

And in my state? Sometimes they’re a little odd.

.

.

The duck, as you may have heard, stands some 25 feet tall. It floats in the harbor off of Belfast, a tiny city midway up the Maine coast and south of Bangor, having apparently appeared bobbing in the water there under cover of darkness. As if to overemphasize the message of happy playfulness its creator clearly aims to project, it has the word “JOY” written in big block letters across its big yellow chest. Ropes attached to weights appear to be keeping it anchored in place, as gawkers in boats and along the shore stare at it in wonder. No one knows who put it there, and the mystery surrounding its sudden unannounced arrival has quickly been noticed by news outlets across the country.

.

.

The yellow waterfowl emblazoned with the word “joy” appeared in Belfast Harbor over the weekend, and it’s a mystery who put it there.

Harbor Master Katherine Given told the Bangor Daily News that the 25-foot-tall duck doesn’t pose a navigational hazard, so there’s no rush to shoo it away. She added she heard rumors the duck floated from the town of Islesboro, south of Belfast.

“Everybody loves it,” Given said. “I have no idea who owns it, but it kind of fits Belfast. A lot of people want to keep it here.”

.

.

I tried to get my husband to take a ride up there. But driving an hour and a half to take pictures of a giant rubber ducky was not high on his list of required weekend activities.

.

.

But damn.

Talk about a missed opportunity.

.

.

Coastal trip, part deux.

 

Belfast, Maine.

 

IMG_5283

 

Population  – 6,668.

 

IMG_5266

 

Once Abenaki Indian territory,  it was used by Native Americans to fish and hunt for water fowl in the summer months.

 

 

Afraid so.

Sorry…

 

IMG_5268

 

Burned by the British in 1779, rebuilt and incorporated as a city in 1850.

 

IMG_5271

 

A thriving ship building center at the turn of the century, it grew and was prosperous. Until wooden ships became obsolete.

 

 

Thanks for clearing that up.

 

IMG_5274

 

Shoe manufacturing and poultry production took over until the recession of the 1970’s, when it fell on hard times.

 

 

Local people left in droves to find employment….

 

IMG_5257

 

As out of staters were beginning to discover the beauty of the Maine coast and started buying up prime property.

 

 

Today Belfast is part working waterfront…

 

IMG_5261

 

Part tourist destination.

 

IMG_5277

 

A quaint town, a scenic harbor…

 

IMG_E5264

 

With various parks to enjoy the views.

 

IMG_5280

 

In lobster trap chairs…

 

IMG_E5278

 

Or lobster topped benches.

 

IMG_5276

 

We had a tasty seafood lunch …..

 

IMG_5246

 

Complete with cocktails.

(Was there ever any doubt?)

 

 

And strolled the day away.

 

IMG_5273

 

Life is good…

 

IMG_5265

 

When you live in a such a beautiful place.

 

IMG_5285

 

 

Head for the coast…

 

When it’s hot in Maine? You head for the coast where the sea breeze cools the temperatures considerably.

So that’s what we did on the July 4th weekend.

We battled the tourist traffic on Route 1 and headed north with a cool and calm demeanor.

 

 

Seriously….. there’s a reason we call you people Massholes. You’re not going to find a barista on every corner in this state, please go back to Boston.

Boothbay Harbor was packed, so we kept going.

 

IMG_E5234

 

Through downtown Rockland where they clearly wanted us to eat something. Hopefully not the building itself.

 

IMG_E5240

 

And through downtown Camden where the cows are always smiling.

 

 

Camden is a gorgeous harbor town with lovely old homes lining both sides of the main street.

 

 

IMG_E5238

 

This one always catches my eye…

 

IMG_E5243

 

Not your typical New Englander to be sure.

 

IMG_E5244

 

We wanted to stop for a drink and a bite in Lincolnville….

 

IMG_E5245

 

But sadly the Whale’s Tooth Pub didn’t open till 4:00pm.

 

IMG_E5272

 

So we ended up in Belfast, down by the harbor.

 

IMG_5262

 

Which is always a good choice.

To be continued…