Maine Part 2: Barnacle Billy’s

It was a groggy morning for the crew. We were feeling the effects of the past two nights’ scarce sleep and were in need of a slow start to the day. L and I had brought pumpkin pancake batter mix with us, I had bought locally-made blueberry jam the day before, and our apartment had a picnic table set up by the floor-to-ceiling windows, so we decided to have brunch in.

While A and I prepared the food, C and L had wandered out to grab orange juice and champagne so that we could wash our pumpkin chocolate chip pancakes with mimosas. Boozy brunch, because I suppose you can take us out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of us.

By the time our brunch coma had dissipated enough for us to venture out for food again, it was relatively late in the afternoon. Unwilling to miss out on even one lobster meal, we drove down to Barnacle Billy’s to grab an early dinner. Barnacle Billy’s is nestled in a picturesque cove in Ogunquit, a 40 minute drive away from Portland. That might sound like a far distance to drive for a restaurant, but trust me, Barnacle Billy’s is totally worth it. The food was so good, and the area around it so precious, we ended up visiting again the next day on the drive home.

I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get yet another lobster roll. I’ll admit that the bread was yummier at The Seafood Market, but I was more than willing to overlook that fact considering my lobster roll was bursting with juicy lobster chunks. The lobster was excellent, perfectly-seasoned and light on the tongue.

To wash down my lobster roll, I ordered this bad boy. Barnacle Billy’s offers a wide range of ice cream flavors you can use for your ice cream soda, but I decided to be simple and go for chocolate. The drink arrives with a mountainous scoop perched precariously on the cup’s brim, so you have to be careful when stirring the ice cream in. But you know… WORTH IT.

When we finished our meal and wandered outside, the sun was beginning to set. To walk off some of the gajillion calories we’d just ingested, we decided to explore the area. Barnacle Billy’s sits in a cove, Perkin’s Cove, in which a cluster of fishing boats are parked, surrounded by multi-colored Monopoly-shaped houses.

The whole scene was so picturesquely maritime C and I had to scramble into some paddleboats.

After nearly falling into the cove several times, we decided to head for higher ground…

… where the dance party that had started on the beach the day before continued.

On the opposite side of the restaurant is a rocky beach. The rocks were large and white farthest from the water, following a gradient down to the smallest, darkest rocks. We picked perches close to the road, watching as A, the only one among us with rock-hopping appropriate footwear, scrambled closer and closer to the water.

It had been a short but beautiful trip. We’d eaten our body weight in crustaceans and strawberry shortcake, taken tons of ick-worthy couple photos, and danced in too many public locations to count. Operation perfect weekend getaway complete.

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