The kids are having fun at the lake with my friends and their family, we have some errands to run in town and so Hubby and I take the chance to walk a bit though the lovely town of Dover-Foxcroft and feeling peckish we stop at a restaurant called the “Nor’easter”.
The staff are friendly and our waitress didn’t mind in the least to explain the many items on the menu that we are unfamiliar with. Intrigued by our non-American accents, she inquired as to where we are from and tells us that some other Dutch people passed though here about a month ago, but that they don’t often get visitors from outside of the USA and she is delighted that we chose their restaurant to come to for a meal in town.
The menu is extensive and it takes us a while to work out what we fancy trying…
In the end I go for the Chicken Tenders, served with mashed potato and gravy, and Hubby opts for Lobster Roll served with fries and coleslaw.
While we wait for our orders to arrive, we look at some wonderful old photographs of the town on the walls and a black and white map of the local Lake Sebek . The map has a long numbered list of all the “Camps” and the owners names in a key along the sides. It ‘s not too current but I notice that a lot of surnames repeat, sometimes on adjoining lots, sometimes in specific parts of the lake, and this tells me that many families have a deep history with the area that goes back not just one generation but many, and that this a place that they come to, and grow up with, as children, as adults and the tradition of “coming to Camp” is a very special one.
Clearly our delight in being invited here is shared with all of these people.
The glass covering the photos mean that getting a good shot of them is more difficult than I thought… oh well, so is it sometimes, you can’t always get the perfect shot. I then focus the camera on the beer that DH orders… not a really Dark Beer as he prefers but nice enough and he enjoys it with his meal.
Our meals taste great and we are seduced by the dessert menu… Hubby thinks that the Chocolate Cream Pie looks good but I have the idea that the Icecream Pie has my name on it. The desserts arrive.. Hubby’s is buried under a lavish amount of whipped cream, not my cup of tea, but exactly as he likes it.
I adore both the ice cream filling and pie crust is a whole new flavour to me, so I ask the waitress and she tells me that it is their own restaurant recipe and tells me all about “graham crackers” . at first I have to supress a laugh… “cracker” ? they are salty things that you put cheese onto, right? No, apparently Graham Crackers are sweet and a standard favourite in American sweet pie or cheesecake crusts.
I remark to Hubby that we will certainly be making sure that some Graham Crackers are packed into our suitcase so that I can try and attempt to make a sweet pie crust like this in The Netherlands.
We are delighted with our food, the service and the luxury of a quiet lunch together. I don’t think that the length of our trip will allow us to return to the restaurant again, but if we end up coming back in a few years time then it’s on my list for a return visit for sure. Even though I rate fairly severely and award higher grades only in truly exceptional cases, I wouldn’t hesitate to Rate this Restaurant a well earned 8 out of 10.