Caroline is all seafooded out. The people of Maine take what could be a healthy diet of fish and load it up with cholesterol laden lobster, cream, butter and cracker-based stuffing. They put the die in diet.* Met a guy that’s had six heart operations and a stroke.
Our plan was to eat at Azure. We couldn’t get a reservation until nearly nine, and the wait for a walk-in table was an hour or more. Stopped in and looked at choices two and three, and even a place that we passed on the way in. The problem was, it’s a weekend, and the shoppers at all those outlet stores are looking for a place to eat as the stores close.
Finally, we retreated to our hotel and went to the place next door – actually it’s just across the river. The Muddy Rudder is a seafood place, with a piano lounge and linen napkins. They were busy, but they had a table.
In a reversal of last night, I had a good dinner, and Caroline ordered the wrong thing. I started with the mixed greens, which come with candied walnuts and goat cheese. Quite nice. Caroline lacked much of an appetite, and would have wimped out and ordered a burger, but you never know what that might be like in a seafood restaurant. I talked her into the mac and cheese with lobster, which is a new menu item. I was determined to get a fish dinner that wasn’t clogged up with cream and crackers, so I ordered the salmon. It was pretty good, although I’d have cooked it a little less. Caroline’s mac and cheese disappointed her. She was tired of cream sauces and lobster, so it quickly palled. I thought it was tasty, but I don’t know if I could have eaten a whole plateful – it was pretty rich. She insists that it was good, she just couldn’t handle that kind of food tonight.
The winelist was fairly good and we chose the J. Lohr Chardonnay, which is an old friend. Laughed when I saw that last night’s Fume Blanc was eight dollars more here. Wine service was competent, which sounds disparaging, but it’s increasingly rare.
To give Caroline’s palate a change (as good as a rest), we shared a carrot cake. I liked it, but C thought it had more cream cheese than she wanted.
*Prime rib dinners came in 12, 16, or 20 oz. portions. That’s a lot of red meat, and prime rib is (by definition of prime) 30% fat. Oof.