When I go on vacation, I'm always a bit nervous about what the food is going to be like, especially coming from New York, where I can be your typical obnoxious food snob.
But I just got back from a week in Maine, and I can say that it was one of my favorite food vacations in a long time. Whether it was picking up some wild blueberries to nimble on while driving through the state or eating fish fresh off the boat, Maine was a haven for people like me who live to eat good food.
From what I understand, much of Portland's farm to table food scene started at the legendary Fore Street Restaurant.
While I didn't eat there (not in the budget), I did eat at Street & Co., where the wood-oven roasted mussels just about melted in my mouth, and the lemon curd pie with fresh wild blueberries that my daughter had made me want to rush home to my kitchen so I could try to recreate a gluten-free version.
In Camden, we stayed at a renovated sustainable motel with a farm in the back, run by ex-New Yorkers. Grass fed chickens were running around in the yard amidst the squash blossoms, greens and tomatoes.
But really, when you go to Maine, it's all about the lobster. The place to go was Red's Eats in Wiscasset. A pound of lobster on a bun. (Yes, I cheated and ate some gluten). I couldn't eat another one on the trip because this was by far, the best lobster roll I was ever going to have in my life, and anything else would be a disappointment. It was worth waiting in line for almost an hour to have it.
After a week of eating non-stop, I couldn't wait to come home and detox. I immediately made a summer minestrone and also a vegetarian corn and tomato chowder. Been eating it for days, dreaming of Maine.