After quite possibly the smoothest flight ever we landed in Portland, Maine. (Not to be confused with Portland, Oregon – it’s quite a different place) Maine is famous for a few things, but most importantly (in my mind anyway) is – Lobster. There are unconfirmed rumours that I may have have said “It’s Lobster from here on in” as I walked off the plane into the airport, but I can neither confirm nor deny those rumours.
It was lunch time when we got in to Portland, so after picking up our hire car, I set about about figuring out where the closest and best lobster roll could be found. After some investigation we decided to head to The Lobster Shack at Two Lights. Again, there may have been some small confusion in thinking that it was only 13km away when it was in fact 13 miles, but look, who cares, we were on our way already by the time we worked that out. When we got there, the car park was full. Seems we weren’t the only ones with this idea. We eventually got a spot, then noticed the massive line waiting to get their share of lobster. Well, we are here now, and I’m not leaving without a lobster roll, so we joined the cue.
After a bit of a wait, it was finally our time to order. We got a lobster roll each and some fried clams, because everyone else had them and they looked delicious. We decided to sit inside as it was just too cold and windy outside. And when the lobster rolls and clams arrived they did not disappoint.
Steve had a slice of Blueberry pie also. Because, well blueberries were in season, and it was just the right thing to do. After enjoying every last bite of our (by now, quite late) lunch, we got back in the car and headed for our destination of Rockland – about a 2 hour drive north of Portland.
By the time we got in to Rockland and checked in to our hotel, it was already early evening. We had a bit of a wander around town, but being the middle of the week in a small fishing port town, not a lot was open. Luckily for us, the Internet exists these days, and after a quick search we discovered a lobster pound called Claws within walking distance. We headed straight to it, and after at first wondering if it actually existed, we found it. So, what to order when in Maine at a Lobster Pound? What else but a whole steamed lobster. Dream achieved there. I’d been waiting my whole life for that. It was pretty much the best thing ever. And the corn it came with was the most delicious corn I have ever eaten.
Steve had the Lobster Mac n Cheese, which by all accounts was amazing. Apparently they had won awards for it.