I took another trip up North to visit Mom while husband stayed home puppy sitting. This time the weather did her best to cooperate and on Tuesday Mom decided I needed to remedy my Bob's Clam disaster.
We hopped in her Jeep with my iphone for GPS and hit the road. We headed over to Sidney to try and find the maker of the yogurt in the last post and maybe meet the goats in person and buy some cheese. We found the address, but there was no sign down at the road indicating a farm or come and buy some cheese here and since Tuesday seems to be the official 'CLOSED' day in this neck of the woods, we felt like stalkers at the end of her driveway and headed off to Five Islands.
Five Islands, lies along one of the millions of little fingers of shoreline that line Mid Coast Maine. The directions read, 'take route 127 until your hat floats and then back up a bit', and they do mean it.
We tooled along with the sunroof open in perfect sunshine and 80F until we were about 1 mile from the water and then it turned all misty moisty and the temp dropped about 10 degrees.
We found a space and hopped out.
You wander over to the dock and pick your building. The 1st building on the right is where you order the fried stuff and sandwiches. Clams, fish and chips, and the usual variations on clam shack fare. Building number 1 on the left is ice cream because you always want ice cream after fried clams, if you have never had fried clams, trust me on this, it is one of the gastronomic laws of nature. Building 2 on the right is for those who want a lobster. We chose building 1 on the right. You read the chalkboard and place your order while you watch the action.
Order placed you pay your cash and they give you a slip of paper with a number. Wander out to the dock and pick your table.
You could tell the experienced clam shack denizens from the novice tourists. The table behind us had brought their own bottle of wine and cups. Another woman, of an age, sidled up with her husband and spread a beach towel on the often seagull soiled picnic tables and promised those around that she was not about to break out her best silver, not too worry.
While Mom and I waited for our number to be called, so to speak, I watched the guys below unloading the lobsters.
They go off the boat into those flip top crates and then they are tethered next to the dock on lines.
And when the kitchen needs some more lobsters someone just strolls down the dock and drags one into the back kitchen door.
Can you say 'FRESH' boys and girls, can you say 'LOCAL'? Uh huh buster.
You also get to hear the lovely local accents as this guy asks how long before the boat unloading the lobsters will move so he can pick up some passengers to take em fishing.
Eventually our number was called and our reward arrived.
As for Mom and I, we didn't worry about covering the table nicely or bringing wine, nope, we weren't taking a chance on the tartar sauce ruining our clam experience, so we made our own and brought it. We needn't have worried, 5 islands is one of the few places that make their tartar in-house, but one can never take chances with the tartar!
They were sweet and crispy, bellyfull and clean, briny and simply, divine. My summer is complete.
And this view doesn't hurt either.
Five Islands Lobster Co.
1447 Five Islands Road
Georgetown, Maine 04548