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What more curd you ask?

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The husband and I have been on the road a lot lately, shuffling from nursing home to hospice and back again. This means a decided lack of cooking at Casa River and numerous meals have been eaten out. While I enjoy my favorite haunts and their prodigious cocktail mixing, sometimes you just have to suck it up and go full on diner.

We’ve hit a few good ones, a few bad ones and a few that offered up some extremely odd selections.

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Yes, I live in Maine. Yes, it’s close to Canada.

But no, I have never embraced the regional favorite known as poutine. As for a hunk of barbecue bologna may I just say…

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I don’t care what you cover them in… no.

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Leave my burger alone poutine!

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Thankfully diner desserts are usually more appealing.

Take this lemon blueberry cake with fresh blueberry lavender compote. It was so huge and rich I took it home and ate it for 3 straight days.

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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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As always we begin with Lord Dudley Mountcatten… ever chill, always relaxed.

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Up next… an abomination.

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Not being a dirty martini fan, I can find no plausible reason for this horrible vodka to exist.

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Woodchuck sightings are daily now.

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And the chucker holes my husband filled in have been excavated once more.

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Somehow I doubt that dog was cheering.

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If a little lobster is a good thing…

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Then the world’s largest lobster roll must be even better.

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The Taste of Maine is a family owned and operated coastal restaurant that’s been a staple for tourists for the past 45 years.

You might recognize it’s giant lobster from my previous posts.

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Yes, it really is that big.

What’s also big is the price tag for that super sized crustacean sandwich.

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You read correctly. $160 for what amounts to two pounds of lobster on a roll.

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No self respecting Maine native would ever order one or pay such a ridiculous price, but a week after they opened for the season they’d already sold quite a few….

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For that price you should get it any damn way you please.

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Payback.

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I spent 5 hours following my husband from store to store looking for a new weed whacker last week.

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Don’t believe the people who tell you men hate to shop. When he’s looking for a new toy for himself? My guy will shop until I drop. We hit at least 7 different lawn and garden sections and then went back to the very first place we stopped so he could buy the very first one he saw.

And then?

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The man who owns a giant zero turn tractor and four push mowers… yes, four. Two of them self propelled. … started looking at new push mowers.

For me.

The person who doesn’t want one.

It was at that point I said enough… and made him take me for a nice late lunch.

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A fresh blueberry mojito was a good way to start.

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Every time I see this old tool art installation I want my husband to do something like it in the man cave.

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And every time, he says no.

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To start… it was butternut squash soup for the husband and some fabulous dry rub barbecue shrimp for moi.

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A basil limeade later?

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An amazing Bolognese with fresh pasta and a lamb, beef and pork ragu. It was so good I didn’t even notice what the husband ate.

Well worth 5 hours of tool shopping.

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