Maine has so. Much. Coastline. If you take the coastal route 1 toward Bar Harbor–which many savvy folks “from away” do–you’ll pass right through Belfast. Though this isn’t the place referenced in the Irish folk song, Jerry and I can’t help but humming whenever we pass by…
Historically Maine has made much of its living through seafaring and fishing, and the riverwalk along Belfast’s harbor is a good reminder of days gone by. It also ends (or starts?) in a footbridge across the harbor. Our papillon, Milo, accompanied us on our stroll (and broke some leash laws, oops). Belfast was settled in 1770, so it’s fairly old by American standards– though some large fires in the 1800’s destroyed many historical buildings.
Jerry and Milo. My heart.
Fiddleheads are the young, still unfurled shoots of the ostrich fern. They’re usually steamed and served with butter, salt and pepper. They’re sort of a local delicacy, so if you like your veggies, I’d recommend them. Just one word of caution if you see them in a supermarket up her and think you’ll DIY it. You don’t eat these things tender-crisp like some veggies. You want them well done. Otherwise you could end up with a seriously upset stomach. I might know from experience. Enough said.
And speaking of food, if you’re a pizza lover, you’ll want to check out Meanwhile in Belfast. Best pizza I’ve had since I visited Italy! You can walk it off on the river front and scout the shops in town. Wear comfy shoes!