Road Trip Maine - Out to Lunch Lobsta Rolls 08-26-16

We went shopping for paper towels, counter cleaning liquid, Exacto knives, and a few other things for ourselves and others in the class.  Andrea Bacal, Karen Crossland and I left class a little early at lunchtime and drove to Winter Harbor to visit the grocery store and the mercantile.  Then we sought out the best lobster rolls in Maine (according to someone who does a survey every year) which are served on a wharf in Corea (pronounced Korea).  They were delicious- just a bun (sort of like a small hot dog bun), lobster and a little butter.  Mayo and mustard where served on the side.  We also shared a serving of cracked crab claws which came with a dipping sauce which wasn't necessary.  Yum. To top it all off we had ice cream.  Then we headed back to class where we had missed the teacher's afternoon talk.  But she made it up for us.  Here are some pictures from today. 

This sidewalk display at the Mercantile caught my eye.  It was the Flamingoes that stopped me.  In Maine?  It is, I think a display for people who have a summer cottage - badmiton, croquet, bird seed, and door mats made from fishing lines.  

Really low key entrance to the Lobster Roll stand- on the left. .  

Andrea Bacal and Karen Crossland ordering at the "window". 

This was the order before ours.  Lobster roll on the left. 

Here is the lobster fisherman, cracking open the lobster and crab. 

The little cardboard "boats" in the forground are for the lobster rolls. 

What did we do before  plastic? 

View of the harbor at low tide.

Here is our serving of cracked crab legs with lemon and the dipping sauce in the foreground. 

Karen Crossland

Andrea Bacal with her ice cream sandwich - "Moose Tracks" ice cream (vanilla with  mini peanut butter cups) between two chocolate chip cookies. 

My Summer Berry ice cream in a waffle cone. 

Karen Crossland with her Summer Berry in a plain cone. The cones were filled all the way to the bottom

Other guests on the wharf. 

At the end of the wharf a lifebuoy showing the name of the town. 

 

A flock of Canadian geese had been  enjoying a grassy patch on the hillside when a dog came along and chased them off.  They rose up clacking and shrieking to land in the harbor. 

 

Souveniers for the tourists.  These represent the buoys which were painted different combinations to identify the fisherman who planted the lobster pots.  I don't think they use them anymore.  These are keychains, I think. 

Looking back to the seating area on the wharf. 

It was a fun adventure and delicious lunch. 

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