Buh-bye, Bahaba

My last meal in Bar Harbor, a $15 lobster omelette, not nearly as impressive as the pancakes I usually have.  (Click images for larger versions.)
My last meal in Bar Harbor, a $15 lobster omelette, not nearly as impressive as the pancakes I usually have. (Click images for larger versions.)

One of the two cats at Two CatsFor two years in a row, I’ve managed to avoid eating the ubiquitous “lobster rolls,” a local delicacy that pretty much every eatery in Bar Harbor is pleased to sell you for about $13. And what is a lobster roll? Never having seen one, I can’t say for sure, but I’ve been given to understand that they’re chopped up lobster meat and mayonnaise served on a hotdog bun. mmmm. not.

But it seems wrong somehow to spend an entire week in Maine without eating any lobster at all, so I did the deed for breakfast at Two Cats on the morning of my departure. Then I hit the road and got as far as a Comfort Inn somewhere in Pennsylvania. Today I drove the remaining 600 miles through constant rain and am now back at the condo, enrobed, exhausted and about to fall asleep.