Red's Eats and its line; Sprague's in the background. |
When it comes to food, there's nothing I like more than investigative reporting -- by me. On my way home from my trip to Bar Harbor, I decided to stop in Wiscasset and check out Sprague's. I must have been due some good karma because I got a parking spot right away, and off I went, past the line snaking around the corner of Water and Main at Red's Eats, across Route 1, and down to the waterfront. There was a line at Sprague's but not an unreasonable one; just a line long enough for me to catch some of the late September sun and debate on whether I wanted fries with the lobster roll or not. Once I ordered (sans fries) I wandered around the picnic-table strewn deck to check things out. Sprague's is set back from Route 1 (ie, reduced traffic noise and smell) but is right on the train tracks. The Wiscasset, Waterville, and Farmington Railway Museum is right there -- a small restored rail car with photos, timetables, and artifacts from days gone by.
"Eighty-five, eighty-five please." That was me. I picked up the lobster roll and a diet Coke (much needed; the sun was beating down and Sprague's was pumping out heat from the fryers) and found an umbrella to sit under. The lobster roll looked as good as any I can remember having (surely as good as one from Red's) and was positively stuffed -- clearly at least a whole lobster was in there. It was very lightly dressed in mayo -- just the way I like it -- and the roll was buttered and grilled to a lovely golden brown.
I can't compare this roll to Red's, since I'd never have the patience to join the crowd waiting for a roll there, but I can't imagine my lobster roll at Sprague's was sub-par to any other roll in Maine. The filling was cool and delicious; the bun hot and buttery. And thank god I didn't get those fries -- that roll filled me right up.
Sprague's was great. A big porch right on the river, plenty of spots to sit down and eat, a great view, and great lobster shack food. A parking lot. The crowd seemed satisfied, especially since they spent their time eating and not standing in line (I did catch a bit of smugness in the air). There was even a dog wandering around the porch; calmly looking for a handout (wouldn't Dory have liked that?)
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