Portland, Maine has a great food scene so I was excited to be there for a wedding. The wedding actually took place in Falmouth, just north of Portland. As a prelude to the wedding celebration we hung out in and around Portland.
I was on my own on our first night in Portland due to Joanne being a little "under the weather". After making sure Whitey had her green tea and the tv remote I struck out on my own. The first place I checked out was a joint called Central Provisions on Fore St. in the Old Port section of town. Central Provisions specializes in "small plates", desserts, cocktails, beer and wine as well as sakes, punches and digestifs. Cool place, nice vibe.
After imbibing in a pre-dinner cocktail, a martini made with Old Tom gin, just a tad sweeter than the London Dry variety, I made my way upstairs from the lower level bar. Once upstairs I was met by a young host who led me to a seat at the "kitchen bar" where one can observe the culinary acrobatics going on. By now the place was hopping with activity and it had only been minutes since opening for dinner.
Let's get to the food! After perusing the menu I settled on several offerings. I started out with four Maine oysters. I chose a mignonette sauce as an accompaniment. The oysters, a Basket Islands from Casco Bay, a Brown Point from Hog Bay, a Taunton Bay from Mount Desert Island and a Norumbega from the Damariscotta River. Although the oysters were exceedingly fresh and briney, it was like having one potato chip, just a tease. Also, the mignonette sauce actually overtook the delicate flavor of the oysters. I ate two with the sauce and two without. When I mentioned to my server that the sauce tended to masked the flavor of the oysters she told me that when she does oysters with mignonette she eats the oysters au naturel and then does the sauce as a shooter after she downs the mollusks. My habit has always been to eat raw oysters and clams with just a hint of lemon juice at the most. But, her point is well taken. Next time!
Second up was sea urchin crudo made with sea urchin from Maine. It was served with pickled plum, Japanese turnip and ginger ponzu. Melt-in-your-mouth excellent. But again, like eating one potato chip. It was gone in a flash. Onto confit of local potatoes which were warm and satisfying. The spuds were made with fois gras butter, scrambled farm eggs and garlic scapes. Still, I yearned for more. Last up was a wonderful serving of charred octopus with cannellini beans, serrano ham and lobster coral. The octopus was perfectly salted, just on the edge of being too salty but it did not cross that line. Sublime.
I had a great meal along with two brews, a bottle from Dogfish, Festina Peche, and a draft called Matilda from Goose Island. I could have stayed a lot longer and ate a lot more but it was time to relinquish my seat at the kitchen bar to somebody else and get a start on a new adventure in Portland.

“I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day.” ― Frank Sinatra