The minute we crossed the state line into Maine, a little chant began in my head. Bill said he heard it too. "Lobster, lobster, lobster," it said. I couldn't make it stop. When we checked into our inn, the proprietor asked if we wanted any dinner recommendations. "Sure, that would be great," we said. "My favorite," he said, "is the Thistle Inn. They have the most delicious duck." Duck! Duck? Who wants duck in Maine. We can get duck in Malvern for cripes' sake. Needless to say, we ignored his suggestions and took ourselves down to Boothbay Harbor and found a little rickety lobster shack and gorged ourselves. Mmmm. Maine lobster really spoils you for lobster anywhere else. It is so fresh and tender and scrumptious. Right on the water, paper plates, steamed to perfection. It doesn't get much better than this. Am I making you hungry? Come to Maine.
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