That the Dip Net in Port Clyde has had more exposure lately than one would expect for a funky li

There's a classic line from the Bette Davis Film "All About Eve" where she and her pals are decorously seated at a prime table in The Cub Room, as depicted as  the inner sanctum of New Yo

My notion of a good meal out is not to feel afterwards that I must hurl myself belly first to the nearest liposuction emporium for immediate visual and physical relief to extract mounds of food tha

My notion of a good meal out is not  to feel afterw

Concerning the recent spate of comments on the "Lack of Grace" blog that ran previously, it's not that I haven't tried to respond to your comments, gripes and concerns, but for some reason the system is not allowing me to enter and post my thoughts.

All of which is ironic indeed since the smart mou

I don't know what to say about Grace, the church turned restaurant on Chestnut Street in downtown Portland. There's been a lot of chatter about this project, articles on its transformation from a neglected worship hall revamped as dining hall.

Don't pass these up at the farmer's markets because their availability is fleeting at best. I'm referring to sour cherries, which when used as the filling for a pie are, in my opinion, the personification of summer.

While this is not the normal purview of this space to comment on topics other than food and dining, there is some connection to cite some observations on the newly opened Residence Inn by Marriot on the Eastern Waterfront.

I love Mexican food and until recently there's been nothing in Maine beyond the typical goopy enchiladas and tacos found in run-of-the-mill Margarita joints.

How can I possibly expound on two local favorites, Fore Street and Local 188, in the same breath and with the same degree of excitement and gastronomic bravado when I always thought that one was a revelation and the other a shock?