We walk the streets. A cool wind blows off the water. Winter is coming. Portland used to be the northern-most harbour which would serve as Canada's main port during the winter months. The sneaky breeze whipping down the streets makes us think how horribly cold it must get here.
We walk past a few restaurants, checking their menus from the outside, waiting for our appetites to grow. We put our name down at one restaurant, and then find a little back alleyway. It's a row of quaint restaurants and pubs - all twinkle and gleam, warm and welcoming.
And then, of course, vanilla panna cotta with a blueberry sauce. Melt in the mouth. Soft, creamy, perfect. What a night.
3 October 2012
We wake to the rain. Portland is wet. In fact, so far our experience of the upper east coast has been very damp. It leaves a chill in the air. We shower and head down to breakfast - which is continental, and ideal. A little bowl of Cheerios, a Philadelphia cream cheese bagel (shared with Husband) and fresh orange juice.
We decide that the weather is trying to tell us something, and spend the morning in the room, catching up on emails, blogs and Skype phone calls home.
e met some nice Americans who said I looked like Kate Middleton - ace! It reminded me of this recent blog post I did about a very naked Harry.
We kept dinner light - two starters to share. First, the wood oven roasted Maine mussels, in a garlic almond butter; and then a beet fettucine hot salad with chargrilled brussel sprouts. Both were perfect dishes, and completely unique tastes. Another fantastic dinner.
But, as one tends to do after a light dinner, we walked around the corner to an ice-cream spot which had been highly recommended online. The ice-cream was almost indescribable. We tried the Chocolate Doughboy, the Moose Trail, and Peanut Cup. Three scoops between the two of us, which sounds like an easy-going portion. But this is America. It was as if each scoop was a bowl - no, a bucket - no, a truckload.
Home time, and bed time.
4 October 2012
Quick breakfast, and then time to hit the road. We've got far to travel today, and no real destination in sight. We decided to leave this one night to fate, and see what the roads bring us.
Restaurants in Review:
12 Moulton Street Portland