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Leaving Sugarloaf without having secured a late lunch, we changed direction and headed for Rangeley.

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The town is named after the lake, one of Maine’s largest, and I felt sure we could find a decent restaurant there.

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Blog title aside, we parked next to some very green grass and entered a likely looking spot.

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With a welcoming front porch and some stellar trees..

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It was a bit brisk to sit outside so we ventured in.

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There were tables with nice views…

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So my husband headed straight for the bar.

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Where the view wasn’t as nice but the autumn sangria made up for it.

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The staff wore these shirts…

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But I didn’t, so we moved on to tater kegs with chipotle aioli.

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These were great but my husband wasn’t pleased with the pub food only menu, he wanted more of a meal.

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Next stop.

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The cranberry mule was lovely.

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And though I passed on the banana bread old fashioned? I thought of you Mark.

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Sadly, even though the loon/bear totem pole was interesting … the food was not.

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My fish sandwich was so thin it was flipping itself off.

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And not finding much more in the way of full meals here than he did at the first place, my husband’s chicken tenders were flat, over breaded and clearly frozen. He sent them back and we moved on.

Giving up on a good meal, we headed for home.

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Where it started to rain and pretty much put an end to our leaf peeping.

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