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On a beautiful fall day in Maine, we drove up the coast to Stonington.

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A picturesque village… quaint and quite pretty.

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With the feeling you’ve stepped back in time.

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Stonington is a fishing town and known for being the largest lobster port in the state, if not the world.

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Last year they hauled in $43.26 million dollars worth of the glorious crustacean.

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And though I can’t eat it anymore… cue the random sobbing noises… I was still hungry after the two and a half trip.

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Enter the Harbor Cafe, one of only two restaurants in town.

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It sits right across the street from the harbor and at first glance seemed like a good choice.

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There were cocktails and my Pimms cup was delightful.

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The clam chowder was thinner than I like, but had a wonderful flavor as well as being loaded with clams.

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$23 seemed a bit steep for my crab roll but it was delicious, not the overly dressed crap that passes for crabmeat elsewhere. Husband was less than thrilled with his fried haddock as it was extremely thin and arrived in a plastic basket. Want to piss off my spouse? Charge him a high price and serve him a meal without a plate. The mashed potatoes that accompanied the fish were truly inedible. Real, but so over whipped as to be nearly liquid with an overpowering taste of margarine. Epic fail for what turned out to be a $102 bill with tip.

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But back to Stonington. Tourism has tried but thankfully failed to change the flavor of the town.

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And so we explored….

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