The Weathervane

When I was a tiny faerie this wonderful little restaurant was a small shack. The head cook was a crusty crustaceon who served the best seafood - it simply melted in your mouth! Business was mostly take-out in those days, but eventually they expanded and included an area with a couple of tables. My favorite hideout when I got peopled-out was the lobster trap hiding in the corner. Several fishing nets hung on the bulkheads, with a few unlucky starfish and sea urchins. It faintly smells of seashells and soft sand. It's a great place to hang out when you just want to get away from it all. (Newt likes it there too)

Even without faerie dust, time flies by before you know it! Now The Weathervane is a whole chain of restaurants complete with on-line ordering. One could call it progress, especially for an Old Crab, but the food is just that good. I could never find whole fried clams anywhere, except here in New England. Not the dried up little bits of shoe leather some people think are fried clams. No way man - these babies are still attached to their bellies! Mmm! Mmm! Good!

I suspect many of you only think of one thing when I say seafood. And no - it's not just shrimp! Did you know that Maine shrimp is the original popcorn shrimp - small, tender, little bites lightly dusted with flour and cornmeal before it is flash fried. And for those with a larger appetite, a bucket o'steamas is just the ticket. A whole bucket (about a quart) is filled to the brim with little neck clams (in the shell), served with a cup of broth and real butter. What is the broth for? Newt thought it made a great hot tub, but it's really there to "rinse" your clam before popping it in your mouth. Sometimes the Crab doesn't get all the sand out of them before steaming them. But some people like to sip it after the sand settles on the bottom of the cup. Kind of like clam tea.


Then again, there's some of us that don't think the visit is complete until we've wrastled ourselves a hefty Maine Lobster. Newt thought he could take on a two pounder until I pointed out that he was just the right size for a lobster's snack. But then Old Crabby heard the lobster brag that he could take Newt with one claw tied behind his back. So, you know what they say - be careful what you ask for! A flourish of faerie dust and *POOF!* Newt had that ol' boy in a pot before you could shake a stick at it. Mmmmm.... Tasty!