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Afternoon Delight

Round Robin Bar, Washington DCWho are we to argue with such a spirited tradition? After a stroll past the White House, we stopped at the Round Robin Bar in the Willard Intercontinental Hotel a few blocks from the president’s digs for an afternoon cocktail. (Technically this was “literary research.” If you’d like to know which famous writers tied one on here, click over to NovelDestinations.com.)

Fixings for Mint Juleps sit on top the bar, waiting for weary sightseers like us to sample the Round Robin’s signature drink. Kentucky senator Henry Clay introduced the (not-for-lightweights) libation to the nation’s capital in the 1850s, and it’s still mixed using his recipe. And yes, it stands the test of time.

Serendipity Of The Black Squirrel

We took up residence near this little guy in Freehold, NJ. Having never seen a black squirrel before, and being naturally inquisitive, I Googled “black squirrel” to see if they are the same creature as the grey ones we’re more used to seeing (they are). But as luck would have it, the second link on the Google page was to the Black Squirrel Bar in Washington, DC, our very next stop. Even more fortunate, the Black Squirrel is just a couple blocks away from our favorite Korean restaurant, Mandu, where we had already planned to meet a friend for dinner. Another sign? Without question.

The Black Squirrel calls itself a “gastro pub,” which I guess is supposed to mean they have good food. We didn’t go there to eat, but we did sample a calamari and vegetable appetizer dipped in tempura batter and served with chipotle tartar sauce. It was a little salty, but certainly better than the standard pub grub. They also claim to serve Belgium’s best wheat beer, (it’s not). Fortunately, they have plenty of other options on the menu, including some fantastic beers made by Great Lakes Brewery in Cleveland, Ohio. We’d never heard of Great Lakes before, but a helpful bartender introduced us to them, and now we’ve added another place to stop on our to-do list.

The Emperor Has No Clothes

Red's Eats, Wiscasset, Maine

Red’s Eats in Wiscasset, ME, is a culinary Mecca, of sorts. We’ve been told by everyone from Road Food to CBS News that we absolutely must go to Red’s for what is widely proclaimed as the best lobster roll in all of Maine, if not the world. Red’s is so popular that routine hour long waits don’t even begin to describe the chaos. The New York Times recently blamed Red’s for maddening traffic congestion in the area and reported on a proposal to spend $100 million to divert traffic around the eatery. With such great press, and obvious popularity, we had to try these 100 million dollar sandwiches for ourselves.

But before I dig in to Red’s, I have another confession to make: I don’t really understand people’s fascination with lobster. As a protein for a meal, it’s better than chicken, for sure. But like chicken, it needs a sauce, or a marinade, or something else to make it special (and melted butter doesn’t cut it, in my view). Lobster Fra Diavlo is divine. An unseasoned hunk of meat with a spritz of lemon, not so much.

I have a pet theory about why lobster is so highly regarded, and I think it has to do with exclusivity. Lobster is expensive, so it must be good, because if it wasn’t good, it wouldn’t be expensive. Or so the reasoning goes. I think for some people it doesn’t really matter whether their taste buds actually confirm that steamed lobster is delicious, social pressures dictate that they proclaim that it is. But it wasn’t always that way. Lobster used to be so plentiful along the coast that it was once considered peasant food and fed to prisoners. It was even used for fish bait. Hardly the luxury item many people think of it as today.

Red's Eats, Wiscasset, MaineYou can still imagine a poor Maine fisherman of old, piling cold, unseasoned lobster on a slab of toasted bread with nothing to accompany it other than a tablespoon or two of melted butter. If that sounds appetizing to you, welcome to Red’s Eats; where the same experience can be had for the poverty-inducing price of $14.95 per sandwich. Umm, umm good.

I fully recognize that everyone’s tastes are different. It is entirely possible that Shannon and I aren’t wired to enjoy lobster the way other people do. I get that, really I do. But what I don’t get is how people can cause such a commotion over something so basic that you can do it yourself with very little effort. We’re not talking about needing culinary mastery to duplicate Red’s lobster roll. Or even a spice rack, for that matter. We’re talking about steaming a lobster and putting the cold meat on a toasted hotdog bun. That’s it, folks. That’s what the 100 million dollar sandwich consists of. Provided you are capable of boiling water, it is something you can do in your own kitchen in less time then it takes to get through the line at Red’s. So why on earth would anyone go to Red’s for one of these things, unless it was really cheap or really convenient? It happens to be neither.

I have to say, that after visiting Red’s today I’m a bit mystified by all the fuss. In part, I think Red’s benefits from a lot of second and third-hand reporting. No one questions whether Red’s food is good anymore, they simply report that their food is the most popular. That reporting drives crowds, and the press cites the crowds as confirmation of what everyone already knows: Red’s food is great. But for some reason everyone plays along; from celebrity chef Rachael Ray to the little old lady who proclaimed to me while waiting on line “It’s worth the wait.”

Do they all really think steamed meat on a hotdog bun is this good? Or are they just perpetuating a myth because they think they have to, or that they should? “For surely emperor Red is finely clad, everyone knows it to be true.” But are we really the only people who’ve noticed that Red’s lobster is completely naked?

Our New Favorite Store

Stonewall Kitchen

We discovered Stonewall Kitchen during our foodie walking tour in Portland, and happened upon another store in Camden, Maine. Nearly everything in the store we’ve had the opportunity to sample is out of this world: from the unique (roasted garlic, onion jam) to the exotic (habanero, mango hot sauce) to the ordinary (country ketchup).

In talking to the store owner, we learned that most of their products are used as simple dips or spreads, which is a bit of a shame. There is so much here with the potential to make excellent meals. We picked up a couple of salsas (peach and verde) to try out with some new Mexican dishes. Can’t wait.

Once Too Often At Two Cats

Two Cats, Bar Harbor

My planned post on Two Cat’s Café in Bar Harbor isn’t working out (mostly because I don’t feel like writing it) but I liked this picture, so here it is. We discovered that the name Two Cats is a bit of a misnomer, because they actually have three. We only met two, though, so maybe they work shifts. I’m not sure. We also discovered that the omelets are far superior to the pancakes; so much so that we would have written a glowing review if we hadn’t gone back a second time. But we did, and our experiences there were hit and miss as a result.

Nonetheless, Two Cats still seems like our kind of place. If we lived in the area, we’d probably be regulars. Just maybe not for pancakes.