This week Quinn and I have been on vacation in New England. We were able to visit Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont. We also went to New York, but Quinn doesn't like to talk about that...maybe he'll add his own post. Quinn had to work for Redbox, but we were still able to find time to fit in lots of site seeing and several adventures.
Since we have never been to New England before, I had several things I HAD to do. I needed to eat clam chowder in Boston and lobster in Maine. We managed to eat chowder in Connecticut, and we got to eat lobster in Maine. However, I will seriously consider ever doing that again.
We went to the docks in Freeport, Maine, right where all the lobster men bring in their boats. Turns out, one of these families also owns a restaurant right on the dock. They serve their catch fresh. I was so excited. REALLY FRESH LOBSTER! I ordered Lobster Delight (it seemed like an Anne of Green Gables sort of thing to order.) It included 1 lobster (that I got to ho
ld first) 1 ear of corn, and 12 steamers (clams.) We eagerly awaited our feast. Our number was called, and Quinn delivered our food. Unfortunately since we are from Utah a land locked state, we didn't know what to do. We both just sat there staring at our beautifully arranged meal, wondering what to do. The lady who cooked our meal noticed, and she came out to give us lessons. We ate (I use this term loosely) our steamers first. Really we gagged on our steamers first. Words cannot adequately describe our experience. The clams look disgusting...they have this black neck that hangs out of the shell like a dogs tongue (you are supposed to eat it!) The texture of the rest was just WRONG! I dry heaved a couple of times. Quinn and I kept counting how many we had left. They never seemed to end. We made it through though, the lobster was better, except it wasn't cut out and sitting on a plate, we had to tear the creature apart to eat it. It was pretty good, but have you ever seen the liver???
We had a great time, we loved the covered bridges, the light houses were breath taking, and everything else was very peaceful...Until the night after I ate the steamers. I had nightmares that the cook who helped up learn how to eat was just joking about actually eating the clams, and she was standing behind the door laughing at us.
Since we have never been to New England before, I had several things I HAD to do. I needed to eat clam chowder in Boston and lobster in Maine. We managed to eat chowder in Connecticut, and we got to eat lobster in Maine. However, I will seriously consider ever doing that again.
We went to the docks in Freeport, Maine, right where all the lobster men bring in their boats. Turns out, one of these families also owns a restaurant right on the dock. They serve their catch fresh. I was so excited. REALLY FRESH LOBSTER! I ordered Lobster Delight (it seemed like an Anne of Green Gables sort of thing to order.) It included 1 lobster (that I got to ho
ld first) 1 ear of corn, and 12 steamers (clams.) We eagerly awaited our feast. Our number was called, and Quinn delivered our food. Unfortunately since we are from Utah a land locked state, we didn't know what to do. We both just sat there staring at our beautifully arranged meal, wondering what to do. The lady who cooked our meal noticed, and she came out to give us lessons. We ate (I use this term loosely) our steamers first. Really we gagged on our steamers first. Words cannot adequately describe our experience. The clams look disgusting...they have this black neck that hangs out of the shell like a dogs tongue (you are supposed to eat it!) The texture of the rest was just WRONG! I dry heaved a couple of times. Quinn and I kept counting how many we had left. They never seemed to end. We made it through though, the lobster was better, except it wasn't cut out and sitting on a plate, we had to tear the creature apart to eat it. It was pretty good, but have you ever seen the liver???We had a great time, we loved the covered bridges, the light houses were breath taking, and everything else was very peaceful...Until the night after I ate the steamers. I had nightmares that the cook who helped up learn how to eat was just joking about actually eating the clams, and she was standing behind the door laughing at us.
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