I have heard such good things about Portland's food that I made up a whole desire to visit Emily Dickinson's house in Amherst and go to Portland, so that Wystan and I could compromise and just stop in Portland for a Sunday brunch (he's not as in to taking scenic stops as I am on long trips...).
The place we went for brunch was almost scary--it was on a dingy, smelly wharf, and from the outside, I wasn't even sure it was a restaurant. Inside, however, was lovely. And lobster eggs benedict!
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