After spending a beautiful day in Bar Harbour, Maine, we decided to treat the family to a downeast meal. The restaurant was literally on the pier, and we sat happily looking out at the lobster boats and the sea.

First on the list was clam chowder. As a kid living in Nova Scotia, I can remember running about the beach and digging up clams with my brother. Then my mom would make us all a delicious clam chowder. I don’t know which I enjoyed more … the actual chowder (pictured below) or the memories.

Then, of course, was the lobster. The only one of us brave enough to actually try it was my husband. He really enjoyed it and gave me a taste of the meat, which tasted almost sweet. Oh, and buttery of course. Because you need to dip it all in a heavenly liquid butter!

Half-way through our meal, we found out that the Obama family had eaten at the table right behind us less than one week ago. Although exciting, my husband and I both muttered the exact same thing after hearing this news: “Hope the Obamas got better service than us!”

Our server was hopeless and never seemed to be around so we ended up eating half of our meal parched, with not a single drop of drink on the table. A bus-girl could see the obvious and ended up chasing after him for us. So when we left, I returned the favour and gave her the tip instead.