There is nothing more quintessentially American than piling the whole gang into the proverbial family wagon (in this case an NWA flight back east) and taking a family vacation. This year The Rishia, Noah, and I are visiting my dad in Maine. We have rented a place for a week and are using it as our base camp. We have a busy week planned. Boating, beaching, strolling Portland Harbor, and enjoying a short time away from the daily grind. Today we tore up the shops in Freeport, fueling ourselves on lobster rolls, steamers, and ginger ale.
There are three lobster rolls we are addicted to. Dad loves Red’s in Wiscasset, a full lobster yanked out of the shell, dipped in butter, and served on a toasted roll. You have to get on line when they open at 11 a.m. otherwise you will wait all day. It’s worth it.
Five Island’s Lobster Company is a lobster wholesaler and retailer whose dock sits at the end of a dirt road on a pier jutting out into the Atlantic about forty minutes north of Portland. They have a shack where you can order fried clams and lobster rolls and I think it is the perfect roll in the perfect spot. Theirs is bound with mayo, not butter, just enough to coat, nothing really perceptible. Just a smidge. You eat on the porch overlooking the harbor, and watch their boats pull up with full traps all day long. I love this place.
Rishia’s top spot is Day’s in Yarmouth (207-846-5871), where we ate today, and I have to admit, she may be on to something. We eat at Day’s more often than the others, mostly because it is the closest to my dad’s house, but the quality is amazing every time we go, fresh and saline lobster bursting with oceanic flavor, bound with a hint of mayo on a toasted roll, steamers that are sweeter than sugar, and big cups of iced ginger ale. Their stand is off Route 1 North, at exit 17 off 295, about twenty minutes outside of the city, on a teeny little bend in a river that runs out to the ocean. We always sit at the same table, under the same tree each year, and this summer we got to take Noah. The family pix are attached.
Sitting in the shade of the big maples, watching the gulls whirl, eating lobster rolls and steamers with the family . . . a perfect summer day.