Return to Portland
By nighttime that Saturday of driving, when we finally arrived in Portland, Maine, once again, we looked like zombies. Honestly, the drive didn’t seem that insane while we were doing it, but by the time we were an hour or two out of the city, we were ready to be there. And one of the best parts of being back again was getting to spend more time with M & C & Zoe, our amazing hosts from the week before!
After a few beers and a good night’s sleep, the four of us hopped on bikes and pedaled down to get some Sunday morning brunch at a place M. described as “divey” but which I consider to be cute and brunchy. Bayou Kitchen, you are way too darling to be a dive.
After ordering coffee and definitely deciding on getting their famous cornbread as the bread side, G. & I ordered the Cajun Scramble–a delicious mix of scrambled eggs, crawfish, andouille, jalepenos, and cheddar cheese. Surprisingly, the crawfish were pretty big, definitely large enough to get the real taste and idea of them, and the combination of it all rocked, especially with a dash or four of their in-house hot sauce.
We also split the Veggie Homeplate–homfries topped with salsa, onions, peppers, broccoli, mushrooms, tomatoes, garlic, and a smothering of cheddar cheese. Again, fantastical with the hot sauce.
Bellies full, we jaunted off around town on bikes, checking out a few local candy and chocolate shops (I abstained, minus one chocolate lobster because, dude, it was a chocolate lobster!), and eventually made it down to a waterfront area where boats were hanging out during the annual regatta. Popping the tops on a few local beers, we sat around until I noticed that, glory upon glories, the tugboat race was beginning!
Tugboat race! How awesome can it get?! It’s exactly how you’d picture it: tugboats chugging out to some starting point, then chugging forward (all about the same speed minus one that could shoot water out its rear, thus making it speed past the rest), then a spectacular 180 degree turn, and waves almost rocking the sailboats and their cheering crew over. It may have been my favorite part of the trip. Next year, I’m totally catching tugboat race 2011.
Afterwards we rode around some more, walked on a pebbly beach, grabbed nachos and beer with some of M & C’s friends, and then called it a lazy, Zoe-cuddly night back at the house. 5 am would come too soon for both of us, so after baking a chocolate cake and eating some bruschetta, we hit the hay and tried to ignore the fact that the next day called for another 12 hours of driving.