This is a reprint from my daily journal, but I felt it should have a blog of it’s own.

8.5 Sunday- Carla’s Birthday…We celebrate quietly since buying stuff does not work well with this lifestyle. We do try to go out to eat however. Today would be Helen’s. The Internet had nothing but great things to say about the place, as so did Helen’s Website. It was a mixed bag.

Only a thirty minute drive from the campground. The inside was very homey and inviting.

We ordered calamari which was not on the menu bur they did serve it, only they had run out. So we opted for the fried onions and were very impressed by the size of the portion.

Bread soon followed which was heavenly. So soft, warm and delicate you could cut it with a butter knife. Minutes later our salads. The picture does not do the salads justice, they were very good.

Carla had chicken parmesan, In general was good but the tomato sauce, she says, was thin and tasteless. Chicken and pasta were both good. We usually buy the Great Value tomato sauce at Walmart that is very good; I might mention it to them. I ordered their “Mix Grill.” I was afraid it might be to much to hope for, and in a way it was. I always order mashed potatoes, but today I ordered baked with butter no cream, and got cream, I assume the butter might be in there too. The shrimp kea-bob and the pork ribs were all you could wish for. Shrimp was cook deliciously well and the meat fell off the bones for the ribs. They should stop the meal at this point. Part of the meal was a six ounce steak. This is where they tried to overwhelm and not over please the patron. It was dry and lifeless. Far better would it have been to serve up a 3-4 oz., a better piece of meat and seasoned properly than what I got. In all the meals were good but I was hoping it would be a little more appetizing. Carla also tried the Wild Blueberry Pie. She’s more used to the old fashioned blueberry pies baked in an oven, the kind that comes out hot, thick and gooey. Maybe next time. We have had some excellent meals since arriving in Maine, and I assume they’ll be more.