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The birthday dinner.

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The day after my husband’s birthday, when his dental pain and swelling was greatly reduced, we celebrated his birthday at a lovely waterfront restaurant on the mid coast.

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Did we enjoy a nice table with a water view?

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No. We sat at the bar because my husband loves nothing more than striking up a conversation with random people he neither knows nor will ever see again.

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It wouldn’t have been my choice, but it is closer to the alcohol so I don’t complain too loudly.

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First cocktail? Summer Thyme… which is still a long way off in Maine, but delightfully crisp all the same.

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Husbands appetizer? Butternut squash soup.

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I went with the herbed truffle fries with Parmesan thinking it would be a small nibble and not the massive plate I was served. Needless to say three quarters of it went home with me. Second cocktail was a lovely Basil Limeade.

By this time the restaurant was packed and the kitchen was slammed. Waiting for our entrees meant cocktail number three. I chose the white sangria but was disappointed with the mixed on the spot over fruited glass of wine. Sangria must be mixed and let to sit so it absorbs all the flavors. Boo to number three.

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My chosen meal was the duck sausage with mushroom, homemade ziti and Marsala crème sauce. It was fabulous. As was the pear martini.

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Husband went with the shrimp scampi which was also wonderful with freshly made pasta and a rich garlicky sauce.

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In case you’re wondering, the name of the restaurant is the Water Street Kitchen and Bar and it’s located in what is commonly known as the prettiest village in Maine… Wiscasset.

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We’ve been coming here for years, though it’s previous incarnation was Le Garage. Because back in the early 1900’s? It really was an automotive repair shop, hence the original sliding doors.

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As seen from the water side.

If you’re in the area, drop by. But make a reservation if you want a table, it’s a popular place.

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Bellying up at the Pig.

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The husband and I were on our way home from a sad visit with his elderly uncle the other day when he surprised me with the offer to stop at one of my favorite watering holes.

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I say it was a surprise because while I love The Blind Pig and their creative pours, hubby isn’t a fan of their food and never wants to visit.

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Empty.. since it was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the week, I dove right in.

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First up? A blackberry vanilla martini.

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The speed at which it disappeared literally raised my husband’s eyebrows.

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And while we weren’t there for a meal we did order a few nibbles. Barbecue wings for the husband, which he enjoyed despite his misgivings about the kitchen.

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And a massive plate of what turned out to be fabulously fresh and juicy chicken fingers for moi. I could only get halfway through the plate but they were so good they even made my other half agree he may have to reverse his ban on eating here.

Oh, cocktail #2?

A crisp and delightful pear mojito.

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Corn star.

Lawyers, guns and money.

Even the drink list will make you smile.

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While I could have happily sat there and drank all day, my final libation was a strawberry rhubarb margarita. Tasty, but honestly a bit too sweet for me.

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Pardon their typo at the end. With the quality of cocktails, I’m surprised the typist made it that far without errors.

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If you’re ever in Gardiner, Maine drop by.

You won’t be disappointed.

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The Sicilian Table… part two.

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If you read part one, you’ll know I was thoroughly enjoying this thoughtfully designed new restaurant.

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The fact that it was happy hour and if you sat at the bar their speciality cocktails were half price may have had something to do with that.

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Good thing it was a beautiful slab of granite.. because my bar bills are legendary.

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These were my three choices for the afternoon starting with the Winter Lux.

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A lovely combination of tart and sweet with a seriously booze soaked cherry at the finish.

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Next up was the Sicilian Sour which I expected to be smooth and spicy but was really just a serious bolt of brightly colored bourbon. Not complaining mind you, just surprised.

Since appetizers were half price as well, I had some delightful arincini with herbed mustard sauce and pecorino crema.

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Husband went with the mussels which were served with grilled lemon, heirloom tomatoes, shallots and fennel with a garlic white wine Pernod butter sauce.

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And chickpea fritters to mop up the sauce.

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My final drinkie poo was the Cold Night Collins, a delightfully cool and crisp citrus concoction with an herbal undertone.

And because we were actually there to try the food, I chose the bucatini carbonara.

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Which unfortunately was sub par. While the pasta was homemade, the dish was dry, uninteresting and lacking in flavor. And sadly, the husband didn’t fare any better.

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Half full from all the mussels, he went light with a salad and Sicilian pizza combo. Which had to be sent back because it was stone cold and hard as a rock. And while we assumed they would make him a new one, it seems they just threw it back in the oven to reheat because on return he flipped it over to find it was black as charcoal. Our server immediately took it off the bill and offered a substitute but by that time the husband decided to skip the entree and go straight to dessert.

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Which I have to say more than made up for the lousy pizza. Tiramisu cheesecake with Kahlua. Fabulous!

And because it would be rude to let him eat sweets alone…

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Key lime crème brûlée for moi. Ooh la la! This made up for my mediocre pasta as well.

I talked to a friend the other day whose granddaughter works there and she told me they’re still experiencing the growing pains most new restaurants suffer. Help is hard to find these days and good kitchen staff can be even harder. But we enjoyed it and there was enough on the plus side for us to return.

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If nothing else, I’ll just sit at the bar and stare at the giant fish.

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Happy (early) Valentine’s Day.

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We decided to beat the crazy Damn it, I have to take the wife out because it’s February 14th again Valentines Day crowds and spent yesterday having fun instead. When you’ve been married as long as we have, big romantic gestures are a thing of the past… and that’s fine. We started the day with a light lunch and cocktail at our local pub and then hit some antique stores.

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Where someone made art out of discarded lobster shells. Quirky, if not slightly disturbing.

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They say necessity is the mother of invention and this sled with skis seems to prove the adage.

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I found one vintage beer crate but it was full of bottles I didn’t want and a rotted bottom that wouldn’t hold my vinyl for long.. so I passed.

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Here’s the husband examining what was tagged as “A turban egg beater from the late 1800’s”

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Not seeing any colorful head coverings we realized the disc said “turbine egg beater”…. which, when you think about it, is equally as puzzling.

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Remember my post about Maine inventing chewing gum the other day? Glad the husband didn’t see this.

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After an afternoon of antiquing we ended at one of our favorite restaurants for dinner which was blissfully empty when we arrived.

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After a few lemon drop martinis and a fabulous cup of smoky clam chowder, dinner.

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Pan seared panko haddock with garlic Parmesan mashed potatoes, almond compound butter green beans, crispy leeks and lemon dill aioli paired well with a blackberry margarita for me.

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And a very rare Wagyu beef filet with red wine demi glacé, pickled peppers, pea tendrils and maple butter roasted carrots for the husband. Both meals were fabulous as usual and we shared a coffee crème brûlée that we devoured too quickly to photograph.

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So today.. on the actual day, we exchanged cards and my other half gave me a fancy cupcake and a box of truffles.

Alright, there were originally six truffles in the box and I took the picture at 8:00am.

Don’t judge, they were a delicious breakfast.

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Cakes or balls? You be the judge.

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The husband and I went out for a booze filled leisurely lunch the other day at a place I’ve been wanting to try for a while. It’s the sister restaurant to one of our favorites so I had high expectations.

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Right across the street from LL Beans in the busy village of Freeport…the Tuscan Brick Oven Bistro is always packed with a long wait to be seated. We thought showing up at 2:00 in the afternoon would afford us some elbow room, but no. There was a 45 minute wait for a table which made my husband take a direct route to the bar.

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My husband does not wait well. Or at all to be honest.

No matter, I started with a lovely cranberry sage margarita which though tasty, was served in a disappointingly small old fashioned glass.

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And if I ever wondered why I was having a hard time finding vintage beer, wine or whisky crates… one look behind this bar provided the answer.

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A spiced pear margarita was round two…. and was served alongside my crab “cake” appetizer. I ask you – how can a tiny round lump of crab ever be considered a cake? These balls were delicious, but at $23 were a bit of a pricey nibble.

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Lunch was a wonderful 4 mushroom funghi pizza for me and a shrimp scampi for the husband. His lunch portion contained 4 shrimp for $29. I’d hate to see the dinner.

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For me the best part was cocktail #3.

APPLE OF MY EYE
apple infused captain morgan white rum
lime juice * cinnamon simple *
white cranberry juice

Ooh la la! It might sound like a weird combination but it was alcoholic apple pie in a glass. Be still my heart!

For the husband this was the kicker –

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I don’t care for cheesecake, but it did sound divine.

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He said it was literally the best cheesecake he’s ever had… and that’s saying something because he loves the stuff.

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With tip, a $218 lunch.

Christ. That’s what I used to pay for two weeks worth of groceries when we got married. How times change..

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Things I saw today.

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I woke up this morning to one very relaxed cat.

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Went to a craft show where I didn’t buy anything but did have a few laughs.

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Lunch?

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It came with a flight of margaritas. Blood orange cranberry, traditional and passion fruit.

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It’s $500 more for the W.

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I’m not sure how I rated $2,035 change from a twenty dollar bill,… must be that new math. Sadly I was unsuccessful in procuring the change, no matter how many times I argued computers are never wrong.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten and princely sums for liquid holiday cheer.

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We will start and end this post with photos of His Lordship.

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Seen here giving me the evil eye for lowering the blinds and blocking his morning sun.

I had a birthday recently… yay me, another trip around the sun and straight down the road to decrepitude.

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The husband told me to pick a place for dinner but I’d skipped lunch and decided we should go cocktail hopping early.

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Enter Royal River Grille, one of my favorite spots.

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We settled happily at the bar… but were presented with brunch menus since it was a Sunday. I’m not a breakfast person so the thought of scrambled eggs with my Cosmo at 4:00pm did not please me, not one little bit. Brunch until 5:00pm? Come on.

We decided to move on and got the check.

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With tip, $30.92 for a drink and a beer. What’s the world coming to?

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Next stop was Goodfire Brewery, a new place I’d been wanting to try. On arrival we discovered they were almost out of beer and only had three left on tap. Thankfully one was a blackberry currant sour, but at $9.50 per for the small pour and a virtually non existent menu, we paid $24 for two beers and moved on again.

We ended at a nice seafood place we hadn’t visited in a while and I had a lovely crab, shrimp and scallop lasagna which I didn’t photograph.

So we end with me another year older and a very innocent Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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Well, maybe not that innocent.

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A restaurant post.

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Just down the road from the snowflake museum…

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We discovered a gem.

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Housed in an old inn, the restaurant/bar was warm and inviting.

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Most of the dining sections were full so we grabbed a high top near the empty bar.

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Seeing the empty bar made me wonder about the quality of libations….

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But a stellar blood orange cranberry gin fizz allayed my fears.

Of course this was Vermont, so some of the menu items put me off.

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A skillet full of kale? There wasn’t enough gin in the state to make me order that.

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Ditto the falafel, though the maple chicken didn’t sound bad.

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But the clam chowder was homemade, rich, creamy and full of fresh herbs so I started with that.. accompanied by the most amazing peach cornbread with orange whipped butter you’ve ever tasted. Ooh la la! I raved over them so much the waitress brought me extra of both to take home.

The beer? I thought you might notice that.

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I tried both of these.

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Because a girl gets thirsty when she eats salad.

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We enjoyed this place so much we stayed long enough to order dessert. (Mainly because the husband found a fellow veteran to talk to… and you know how long that can take.)

Pumpkin cheesecake for him, Key lime pie for yours truly.

If you’re ever in the Jericho area of Vermont drop in. You won’t be sorry.

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Random tidbits.

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I have a friend who does a different type of Christmas tree every year. Some years it’s weird and funky, some years it’s traditional. This year I made a suggestion I wish she would have followed…

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She was not amused, but damn. That’s epic.

Every couple of years the lazy Susan cabinet in our kitchen goes off track…. and every few years my husband asks why we need so many cans.

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Someday I’ll have an answer.

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I need this in my life.

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Who needs pie when you have martinis?

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Isn’t it sweet my cat loves rocks as much as his human mother?

And finally, a Christmas tree for Mark who has an affinity for awkward pink birds….

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