My parents returned to Maine last summer. They had a similar take as yours. Maine seafood = pathetic scam.
ur on to something here. i like Maine very much, and spend time at kbunk (hehe 'k-bunk' -lotta truth to that one too.), tho not much this season so far. walkin around town there for years, im always like 'what's wrong with u people? as if the chow here isn't bad enuf (i prefer that semi diner place in town), when r u folks gonna get on the pizza train? mg's pal tried to open a joint "Pizza with a Purpose' but got shot down by zoning cuz it was an old building, and they were sketched cuz the oven was going to be wood-fired. the 'purpose' was a play on words for their 'porpoise' thing. and, being from Connecticut, that girl is all crunch city, ya know, gluten free, vegan, etc. i was like 'no sausage? no pepp? are u trying to guarantee no business even in a town with no za?'
the hotel across the street from the crib (world famous! yeah, for what? lousy food?) i had a nice incident there last year. for some reason, pizza and/or fried food call for a pop. so ordering sum fried fishdish there, i ask for a pepsi. *nigerian waiter guy sez 'sure.' i asked three times 'is it a pepsi? that's the one i like.' he gets a bit buggy, but sez 'yes sir, pepsi it is.'
and i remind him 'no ice, please.'
brings me a coke with ice, and lemon.
'what's this dude?' rarely, if ever, do i get into it with a waitperson (they're just trying to make a living, too) unless they're a total putz. this guy was a total putz, and acted like everyone should be thrilled just being at that joint.
'i live across the street jack, and only come here for that reason, certainly not this food.' most of the others up the street and into town are also bad, yet they sure know how to charge.
now, i don't want this guy to get in trouble, but sum boss hears him jawing at me. comes over, asks if anything wrong. i sez 'no,' but putzoid whines 'he called me dude!' and whined on. now, boss is way too invested, and instead of just walking away, he gets wonky trying to 'make it better.' another putz! 2 fer 2!
im like gimme a break, dude, whatever, yet being all up in this clown show, i say something like 'ya know, ur food ain't nothing to write home aboot.' (i guess that they don't like it when others settin around the pool and tables hear stuff like that. not my problem.) another waitlady, who we know pretty well, comes over, whispers to boss and waitguy something, and they vamoose, while she handles the table.
leaving later, waitguy is too close nearby, all glaring and flexing, so i just have to walk up to him and say 'in America, there is a yuge difference between pepsi and coke.'
*nigerian waitguy. there is
absolutely zero help available in kbunk nowadays, and they're all freakin out, even tho many businesses have boosted their formerly miserly wages. iffn they had any brains, they would build some sro's or such so folks could make the move up there for the season. college kids don't come anymore, so some businesses with living space bus them in from foreign places.
on the udder hand, i do recall that bourdain guy once saying that the best restaurant in his life was some old house up there, with an even older chef/owner, also kinda moody iirc.