The drive was extremely boring, so much so that I threatened to fine Nora $1 for each time she uttered the b-word. In fact, apparently it was the number one most boring day of her entire life. To break the monotony and to get off the highway after a painful passage through the New Hampshire tolls, we exited at Portsmouth. Plus it was time for lunch! I had gone online an had retrieved the names of a couple of seafood shack-type establishments but neglected to print-out phone numbers or directions. Somehow I figured that they would be easy to find in the small coastal towns. Well they weren't. We loved the narrow lanes of historic Portsmouth but ended up having panini sandwiches at the Chef's Cove Cafe on Wallingford Square in nearby Kittery. We all enjoyed our selections; mine had mozzarella, tomato and pesto, Sylvain's ham, cheese and tomato and Nora's was just plain cheese. We left well-sated, a bit less bored, and ready to continue on our way.
After our arrival and settling in, we all headed downtown to wander around a bit but mostly to pick up the lobsters for dinner at the famous Harbor Fish Market. What an emporium of beautiful, glistening fresh fish and shellfish! This place has been around for 40 years and does a brisk business. Our lobsters were steamed and ready to eat, packed in a special insulated box. We happily devoured them back at the house with green beans, garlic cheese bread and potato chips (some kind of fancy New England tradition) accompanied by nice cold beers! By the time we had finished we had completely forgotten the long drive.
Dessert was brownies and whoopie pies from the Big Sky Bakery down the hill. Those whoopie pies put the ones from the Flemington Amish Market to shame (sorry). Then again, I don't think I've ever had them from anywhere else until now. All in all, it was great to be with Clara and Dan, even for such a brief moment. Next time we'll plan ahead, stay longer and have more great meals to talk about.
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