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After a morning and early afternoon of drinking beer and hard cider, yours truly needed some food. We were traveling up Route 1 near Wells when I remembered there was a restaurant on the estuary…. so I hollered “Let’s go!”

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Billy’s Chowder House made a decent margarita and had a wonderful view, so things were looking up.

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And when you’re in a chowder house restaurant? You have to order chowder… which is when it started to go bad.

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We ordered clam chowder. What we got were thin, milky bowls of potatoes. Clams? I think the chef might have grated one over the top. A more tasteless bowl of gruel would be hard to find.

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The husband had mussels, which were tiny, overcooked and swimming in enough garlic to repel a platoon of Vampires.

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I ordered a shrimp roll which, while edible… was nothing to write home about about.

The bill was almost $100 and I made a mental note never to cross that threshold again.

A Maine chowder house with horrible chowder? There’s no excuse for that. This place needs to sink back into the sea and be done with it.

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