Until then, we've been fighting cabin fever. Damon had a big snowshoe race last weekend, so I tagged along and we made it into a little escape. We stayed in York overnight, just so I could sit by the fire at the Ship Cellar Pub and have a few glasses of wine. (It was great, but I forgot my camera and my cell phone wasn't up to taking photos in the dim light.) On Sunday we tried to tackle the Fisherman's Walk along York Harbor. In summer, it looks something like this:
But last weekend it looked more like this:
|Note, this is the same location as the photo above -- you can see the stone wall. Except the snow is about 5 feet deep in there. Hopeless, even with snowshoes.|
First stop, DeMillo's. I admit that I've never been there before. DeMillo's always seems so touristy to me; plus the main point they make in their radio ads is "parking is free while you eat" -- which doesn't seem a very good reason to eat there. But heck, why not check it out, if for no other reason than we got to take a look at the ice scraping up against the boats at the docks.
Our thirsts quenched, it was time to hit one of our faves: J's Oyster. J's is a classic hometown dive. Don't go for the ambiance. The yellowed ceiling tiles, crappy carpet, and dated paneling hold very little appeal. The spirit of the place is in the people, the food, and the location. You know it's going to be good when a guy in Grundens comes out the door just as you get there. Inside, the seats are always filled, so it was a pleasant surprise to find a table right away. The crowd is hometown, and in a city full of foodies, there is a happy dearth of hipsters. Not a lot of skinny jeans and lumberjack beards; no one asking for the latest microbrew. Just regular folks looking for the best old-school food on the waterfront. Some of them look like they've been sitting on their bar stools for years; and probably that's not far from the truth -- the regulars are always out in force at J's.
|We have a saying in Maine: "Cold as a clam-diggers crack." Apparently it's colder than that.|
|Classic oyster plate.|
|The best way to eat an oyster!|
|I love this graffiti: "I love J's Oyster Bar." "Who doesn't?" "Oysters?!"|
|The giant pile of oysters, on ice, in the middle of the bar.|