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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 ….

More from the Gardens…

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It was barely 20 degrees and with the wind gusting it felt like 5… but we persevered.

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If the trolls could take it, so could we.

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It really was a beautiful way to spend an evening.

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So many places to explore, each one prettier than the last.

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If you’re wondering why I have so many pictures of the lighted sea and lighthouse, it’s because my husband found someone to talk to and I had to wait for his conversation to finish.

No surprise there.

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To be continued…

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Funny, not funny. The bad luck continues.

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Merry Christmas to me.

Or not…

We opted for a peaceful holiday this year, no travel no party no family, just a quiet day at home with a slow roasted turkey dinner.

And that’s where it went horribly wrong.

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Because turkey’s not supposed to be green.

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But ours was when I pulled it out of the fridge to cook this morning.

It was a fresh bird I purchased on the 20th with a sell by date of the 26th… but clearly the big storm that knocked out power last week claimed this gobbler as victim.

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Good thing I made lasagna last night because it looks like it’s leftovers for us.

Ho, ho, Hell….

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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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News you can’t use.

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You know I’m never going to run out of these.

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Just when you think things can’t get any more ridiculous….

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They do.

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And speaking of nipples….

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Jesus wept.

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Humans aren’t a very bright species. Id say that’s proof..

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Call me crazy, but if you’re living somewhere illegally? It’s probably not a great idea to call this much attention to yourself.

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Maine is an odd place.

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Here are a few tidbits worth sharing from my great…. but admittedly slightly weird, state.

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For anyone who has ever been north of Bangor, this is not a surprise.

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I’ve been north of Bangor.

It’s easy to do.

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Take a chair, give a chair?

Interesting concept.

Christmas can look a little different up here as well. Northern Maine is potato country…. and in Aroostock county?

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Potatoes take center stage.

Farther south? It’s all about the lobster and trees are made out of buoys….

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As well as traps.

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Santa?

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He arrives on a lobster boat, with an extra large lobster riding shotgun.

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