... take a casual jaunt down I95 -- to Kittery, in Maine ...
The place is Warren's in Kittery, Maine, just about an even 50 mile drive from Melrose, right up I-95. It is the best (our opinion) restaurant for seafood in America! And we seniors have the advantage -- we have all week to take a leisurely drive north to Kittery rather than having to wait in line on the weekend. Even so, the wait would be worth it -- it's that good.
Rustic, on the river with nice views of the Navy Yard, pleasant, easy to get to (in spite of a 50-mile drive), and delicious food. Prices are reasonable, compared to today's grossly deflated dollar bill. For instance, mine was about the most expensive item on the menu -- deep fried scallops and shrimp combo -- which cost a rather dear twenty-two dollars. On the other hand, my traditional vodka Martini was only $5.50 or so, so I had two; anywhere else around Boston, that martini costs nine, even ten dollars.
But there is another special feature to Warren's: It is their salad bar. I have never seen so much greenery (orange, beige and red) in my life. The salad bar is an island, divided into four sides for a total of some 36 feet of delightful pickin's. You'll spend half your appetite just going around the bar. Everything is fresh and crisp, with just about everything your could ask for.
Warren's is not fancy. It is down-Maine casual. The food is excellent, they have good views and a pleasant atmosphere, prices are reasonable, drinks are good and reasonable -- all of which is a pleasant drive up the pike to Maine.
Furthermore, Kittery is the home of the Chauncey Creek Lobster Pound, off route 103 just a little bit north of town. Lorry and I have been going there for many years -- in warmer times -- they are closed during the winter months. It is a great place to eat lobster in the rough, in a lovely location just north of Kittery.
On the way to weekly editors' meeting for the Melrose Mirror, I had to wait some several minutes for the B&M diesel to rumble by. I have been doing this -- waiting for trains all my eighty years, and it doesn't change much. It still gives a thrill to see the powerful diesel engines and their flock of fancy passenger cars. In the 1930s and 1940s, it was the Lackawanna Railroad bringing my dad home from work in New York, his commute of 15 miles from his office to our home in suburban Bloomfield, New Jersey. There were steam engines in those days.
This is my beautiful wife Lorry, carrying left-overs from Warren's. Although we two grew up in Jersey, we lived a scant twelve miles apart -- only to meet on a blind date in Melrose, Massachusetts. She was a student at Simmons and I was going to Tufts. Lorry and I settled in Melrose, had three kids, and decided that this is a pretty nice town; we've been here over sixty years.
April 3, 2015