This is the last Maine post, I promise.... maybe.
Guys. The food in Maine. I can't even explain...
By the way.. those are all my motorcycles. I'm a bad A and I ride them all at once. Think about that.
Back on topic, these are the boiling chambers of death. What you do is walk into this quaint little seafood restaurant, curiously walk up to a large cooler where a man shouts at you about what lobster you want. You get confused and panicked because you want a lobster but don't want to specifically pick one to put to death. But then there are like a million and 1 people behind you angrily staring at the back of your head. You can feel it. So you finally utter something that probably isn't English, the guy guesses and picks up a lobster, you nod, and the deed is done.
But then after the lobsters are thrown to their death (is it a painful death? Does anyone know?) they come out served with a delicious side of butter. And all the thoughts about lobster torture completely melt away with the first bite.
Sorry to all the lobster activists out there.
Oh but fresh and delicious seafood isn't all Maine has to offer. No way. Check out that delicious drink right up there. I don't really even remember what kind of alcoholic beverage this was, but it involved fresh Maine blueberries and homemade whipped cream. This girl just about died. Of course I inhaled the whipped cream first, because that is just what you do. Rion likes to mix whipped cream into his drinks and my heart dies a little every time I see him do it.
I have to stop talking about this food, I'm drooling.