I asked my AirBnB host about a good place to eat in the area, she was nice enough to go to the phonebook and make a reservation for me at a New England restaurant.
Going in blind, I didn’t know Henry and Marty was the kind of establishment that served chicken liver pâté, but I suppose when a restaurant takes reservations, one can guess.
So I continued down Maine Street, Brunswick’s thoroughfare, into Fat Boy Drive-In, another recommendation Ramsay gave me but wasn’t as enthusiastic about.
Here, there are no reservations. You just pull up, turn your lights on for service, order a crabcake sandwich and when your food comes out, be sure to get it into the car quick ("Because we do have seagulls," the car hop warned me).
As Maine goes, seagulls the nation, I guess.