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We headed back down to Windham recently because my husband was craving the world’s best pork chop.

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Christmas decorations were still up.

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And the chickens were still watching me drink.

This cocktail was called Hibernation and was delicious. Simple, fresh… and probably worth spending the winter in a cave.

Vodka, cardamom simple, lime, blackberry puree.

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The husband started with carrot ginger soup and loved it.

Bumbleroot Farm carrots, onion, garlic, ginger, coconut milk, maple syrup, pepitas.

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My next cocktail was a spiced clementine margarita. Ooh la la!.. that was tasty.

Reposado, spiced clementine syrup, lime, Cointreau.

My appetizer of corn and spicy chicken egg rolls were equally as good.

Maine Family Farms chicken, roasted corn, cumin, Monterey jack cheese, chili powder, egg roll wrapper, chipotle aioli, pico-slaw.

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And there it is. Unassuming to view… but this cider brined chop is next level good and perfectly grilled. You’ve never had pork like this, it’s melt in your mouth tender.

Prime center cut chop, French green beans, butternut puree, Ricker Hill Honeycrisp apple, caramelized onion.

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I went with the chicken cordon bleu which was wonderful as well.

Maine Family Farms chicken breast, egg, flour, Bumbleroot Farm spinach, Pineland Farms Swiss cheese, Canadian bacon, cream, parmesan, Waxwing Bakery breadcrumbs.

We’ve come to the realization it’s impossible to have a bad meal at Yolked. Oh, you’ll pay for the privilege… but what’s life without a little splurging?

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One of our mainstay restaurants when we drive up the coast to Damarriscotta is King Eider’s.

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A favorite of tourists and locals alike, it’s become a landmark.

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Located in an old, small brick building it’s tiny but mighty.

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Like its cocktails.

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I had the top listed selection, but are we really doing the second?

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Apparently, yes.

We are.

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I always order the crab cakes as they’re advertised… and always used to be… the best. This trip? Not so much. Hard, over cooked and over breaded. The husband’s giant mussels were the better choice.

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Husband’s broiled haddock? Huge, plentiful and perfectly prepared.

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My braised duck sandwich (when in Rome) with chopped apples, dried cranberries and melted cheddar? Dry and tasteless with barely a hint of the promised fruit.

Oh well,

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At least the sign was funny.

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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 wasn’t so happy then.

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