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Batson River… round two, Biddeford.

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Having visited the Batson River in Portland, we took the advice of a stranger and tried the other one in Biddeford.

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It’s housed in a renovated mill complex, on the bottom floor below the Lincoln Hotel.

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Old paper mills abound in the state of Maine and if one has enough money, they make wonderful homes for restaurants, shops and offices.

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Batson River Biddeford clearly had enough green backs.

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The space was large, airy and festively decorated.

As was the cocktail menu.

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As we settled in at the bar, I sampled the Santa’s mule which was fabulously gingerly.

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I read that the Portland location considered it’s vibe “upscale hunting lodge” but it was this venue that had red hatted taxidermy.

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Personally I could do without the dead creatures on the walls…

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But overall it was an attractive place.

For an appetizer I had buttermilk biscuits with herbed butter, hot honey and prosciutto.

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Odd, but it totally worked.

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Husband had the P.E.I. mussels which he said were good, but overpowered by the spicy tomato sauce they were served with.

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Drink #2 was the Angry Elf because you can never go wrong with gin and elderflower.

Needing to visit the restroom, I stumbled on the game room…

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And I have to say the decorators outdid themselves with the unisex bathrooms.

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They were quite something.

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Although I did find the snake and butterfly wallpaper a bit much in the stalls…

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And no, it wasn’t the four cocktails I’d consumed that caused the photo to blur, just low lighting and an iPhone that had a hard time focusing.

Back at the bar, we decided we weren’t hungry enough for individual meals and chose to split the pan seared scallops with roasted vegetables.

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I thought it was lovely, the husband who hates crisp veggies did not.

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We walked around a bit downstairs before leaving…

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And had to chuckle at these two oddly hooded chairs.

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Shortly after these….

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We stumbled into what I’ve since learned was The Collective… an urban underground lounge of the hotel upstairs.

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If we’d had more time I would have gone upstairs and explored this hotel as it’s just been voted one of the best boutique stays in the country.

https://lincolnhotelmaine.com/

Maybe next time…

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Last Royal meal of the year.

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The end of year is drawing near and that meant one last lunch at our favorite watering hole, the Royal River Grill in Yarmouth.

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This place is one of the few that truly has it all. Great atmosphere, good food and creative cocktails.

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Their clam chowder is superb… rich, creamy and packed with clams.

My first libation was the Winter Lux.

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And since I’m an equality opportunity drinker…

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Number two was the Berry and Bright margarita.

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Sadly the husband’s go to French Onion soup was not on the menu so he opted for the garlic tomato bisque and was pleased.

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Royal River has excellent fish so I chose the pan seared pinko haddock sandwich which bursted with perfectly prepared flavor.

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Husband requested his fish and chips broiled and had eaten half of it before I could grab a photo.

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Even if you’re full to bursting? You have to order dessert here because they’re always fabulous.

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Cheesecake for hubby…

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Alcohol soaked Tiramisu for me.

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So rich I didn’t even get halfway through it, but Royal River leftovers are a beautiful thing.

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Batson River … round one, Portland.

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No trip to the big city is complete without us trying a new libation destination. On this particular day it was Batson River Brewery and Distillery.

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I’d heard wonderful things about this place so it didn’t surprise me to see it was packed ten minutes after opening.

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They take their Christmas decorations seriously here and as I was looking around my husband grabbed the last two seats at the bar.

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Cocktails were holiday themed, so I started with the Where Are You Christmas.

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The only thing wrong with it?

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The small glass. I could happily have downed a pitcher’s worth.

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I read they consider the decor ‘upscale hunting lodge’ but to me it had a more upscale urban, industrial vibe with exposed pipes and metal vents.

The ceilings were high and the music loud. The menu? Brunch on Saturday… which we weren’t expecting and didn’t want.

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I opted for the Caesar salad, which was dry as a bone and utterly unremarkable, but I washed it down with a quite lovely Yule Tai that countered my disappointment.

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Husband had the smoked tomato soup which he said was tasty if not plentiful.

Their beer?

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Nice doggie glass withstanding, nothing to rave about.

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A very large Santa was on the second floor and we watched a few tipsy patrons climb up to have their picture taken with him.

Talking with our neighbor at the bar, we discovered there are actually four Batson Rivers scattered in southern Maine, each one with their own personality, menu and cocktails.

Intrigued, and with nothing planned for dinner… we decided to drive to Biddeford and check out another one.

To be continued ….

Timber!

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By the time we finished the craft show and museum at the college we were famished, not to mention thirsty, and headed for a restaurant I’d heard good things about in Bangor called Timber.

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Upon entry we saw snow globe dining had made a return. This started during Covid and people liked the private option so much some places have continued the trend.

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I don’t want to eat in a plastic bubble, but to each their own.

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Timber was named to reflect the logging heritage of Northern Maine…

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So rustic woods met casual elegance in the decor.

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Being with my husband, naturally we sat at the bar.

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Which is never my first choice, but it is closer to the cocktails so I don’t complain too loudly.

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Round one? A blood orange cranberry margarita.

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Timber’s cocktail menu is multi paged and varied and I happily sampled a few.

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Round two was a Stoli blueberry fog with a fantastic elderflower foam. The only thing wrong with it was the size of the glass. Bring me a pitcher!

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Yes, there was food. Perfectly prepared crab cakes with spicy corn relish for me.

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French onion soup for the husband. He was a bit disappointed in this as it wasn’t the traditional preparation… but I thought it was wonderful.

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Round 3 for me was a Hendricks cucumber cooler. Crisp, green and herbal. Perfect.

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Loggers on the way to the rest room.

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Brick oven forest mushroom pizza with arugula and fontina cheese for me. Hand tossed and so rich I barely got through half… but it was heavenly.

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Butternut squash ravioli with cranberries, feta cheese, tomatoes and spinach for my other half. Thankfully he loved this.

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When it came to dessert I drank mine off the special menu.

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A sugar cookie martini. I don’t usually like these over sweetened concoctions but in place of pie? It works.

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Husband opted for lemon meringue cheesecake and coffee.

Heck, someone had to drive…. and it certainly wasn’t going to be me.

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Because every now and then a girl needs a 7 page cocktail list with lunch.

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Replacement windows.

They’re enough to drive a girl to drink.

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And what better place than the Blind Pig with their extensive cocktail menu?

First up… a spiked pear margarita.

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In a word?

Yum.

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This isn’t one of my husband’s favorite places as the food is hit or miss, but the cocktails can’t be beat.

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Round two was the mad mojito, but I requested it without the coconut milk top.

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Mmm…. fresh strawberries and mint.

And thankfully the chicken tenders were amazing that day. Fresh and juicy with a nice crisp coating. Even the husband approved.

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Odds and ends

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As you know, I’m all about the creative cocktails. Infusions? Yes.

Fresh herbs and dried fruit? Perfect.

But lately I’ve noticed a disturbing trend toward absurdly over sugared, cake and cookie rimmed dessert in a glass concoctions and I think they’re getting a little out of hand.

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Enough already. Sitting at a bar shouldn’t rot your teeth. Your liver, sure. But no one needs a vodka driven cavity.

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Do not f*ck with the British.

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Pot is legal in Maine and has been for a few years. Stores have popped up everywhere and while that’s hard enough to get used to…. I had to laugh at this flyer I saw the other day. It was distributed by the government who apparently have an “Office of Cannabis Policy”. My teenage self… who went to great lengths to hide her stash… is silently chortling that a free lunch is provided. At least they know their audience.

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The required photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, just because.

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Things that made me laugh today.

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As you know I’m always up for a new cocktail recipe.

But there are limits to what you’ll hear me yelling at my local pub’s bartender from across the room.

“Gimme a Viking’s testicle” is one of those things.

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It just doesn’t make sense. How did a Flirtini became a testicle?

And where would a Viking find a pineapple anyway…

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Ah, hypocrisy.

Thou art a fickle bitch.

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There.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels the need to announce bovine presence.

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A good time was had by all, even the bartender.

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We went to dinner with my husband’s niece and her fellow last week. She’s finally starting to get over her mothers death and that called for a drink… or 12… so we took them to my favorite cocktail destination The Blind Pig.

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I started with a pear Mojito and the most delicious mushroom Arancini I’ve ever had.

A few cocktails in, niece’s significant other got curious about what appeared to be breakfast in a glass.

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The girls were disgusted, the bartender was surprised and kept asking, “Are you sure?”….but the husband egged him on (I’m groaning at that one myself) and said he’d pay for it … so a bacon and eggs was ordered.

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Blech.

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The women refused to try it but the guys polished it off… though I can’t say they enjoyed it.

And though our bill was a bit cocktail heavy…

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There was food as well.

I just forgot to photograph it.

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