As sad as we were to leave Canada, our next destination was Portland, ME, but not without a stop in Wiscasset first. There’s only one reason foodies go out of their way to visit Wiscasset, ME and that reason is Red’s Eats. The drive was quite lovely until about 30 minutes prior to Wiscasset when we encountered torrential downpour, the likes of which I hadn’t seen in quite a while. Since it wasn’t quite rush hour yet, the notorious bridge traffic wasn’t really an issue and we pulled right onto Water Street and snagged a spot a few short blocks away. Even in torrential downpour on a Wednesday afternoon there was still a line at Red’s Eats. Considering all of the publicity it has garnered in the past, I wasn’t really surprised.
|Hmmm, we'll see about that|
|Too much of a good thing?|
|This ain't the first time my lap has been filled with the bounty of the sea|
After leaving Red’s we did hit a little traffic getting into Portland, but luckily by the time we checked into our hotel the downpour had subsided to a light misting. We marveled at the view of the bay from the huge wall-to-wall window in our room and decided we should hit the hotel gym for some cardio before heading out for dinner. 30 minutes on the treadmill and I was all set for dinner. After walking around town, checking out some menus we decided to try Fore Street. Voted by numerous publications (google it, I’m not in the linking mood!) as the best restaurant in Portland I had fairly high hopes.
|Replace "Street" with "Skin"|
|Why do you all hate me?|
|Psh, show offs|
Fore Street is one of those restaurants that refuses to post a menu online. I hate that, so here's the entire menu for your viewing pleasure:
That in and of itself should’ve deterred me from going there, but I couldn’t ignore all of the great reviews I’d read online. Needless to say I spent a lot of time perusing the menu, ensuring no dish went unnoticed. I decided I wanted to take yet another plunge and give oysters another shot so I ordered the Nonesuch River, Mill Cove, and Bagaduce River Oysters to start. As for my main, it came down to two dishes: the Pan Roasted Atlantic Scallops with golden beet and horseradish puree and pistachio herb celery gemolata and the Wood Grilled Atlantic Swordfish with corn and russian boar bacon risotto. The Mrs. knew what she wanted. Her craving for a good steak hadn’t been sated at LBP so as soon as she saw the Wood Grilled Ribeye with carola potato and horseradish puree she settled on that. Finally, after much debate, I settled on the scallops, as I just couldn't ignore my love for beets and pistachios, But goddamn boar bacon risotto sounded good. Unfortunately, as you will see in a moment, I chose... poorly. We also went with a side of broccoli with stone ground mustard vinaigrette and garden carrots with scallion hazelnut butter.
|Hmm, nothing really funny about bread, I mean, it's fucking bread|
|Slathered, salted, peppered|
|Someone sneezed on my scallops!|
|She orders the ribeye, I order the scallops. Is it obvious who wears the pants in this relationship?|
|Carrots complete with fancy carrot tongs|
|I've had better broccoli at the china buffet across the street|
I was already set on ordering dessert after seeing the Zucchini Bread French Toast with sheep's milk ricotta butter cream sauce and lemon thyme ice cream and apparently a cappuccino that I have absolutely no recollection of. As the Mrs. always saves room for dessert she went with the Warm Chocolate and Espresso Steamed Pudding Cake with cardamom toffee candy and chocolate sorbet. The fact that their dishes are so ridiculously named really gets on my nerves, especially after having to type them all out like this. Get over yourself Fore Street. I'm sorry, but you ain't all that, ya dig?
|Someone shit on the desserts.|
|I drank this...?|
That's it, day 6 is in the books. Last night was Halloween and I was Bob Ross. I proved to be a very popular guy around town. Good times. The wife was Robin, her best friend was Batgirl, and yet another friend was Cat Woman. How original.
|Our powers combine to form Blobbin.|