This is probably the last installment in my Maine Vacation posts for this year. We will be leaving for home before daylight on Saturday morning, so tomorrow is our designated packing/cleaning/resting day.
Today we went to my very favorite of all favorite Maine daytrip destinations, the Jordan Pond House.
This excerpt from the Jordan Pond House website says it all:
The tradition of afternoon tea at the Jordan Pond House dates back to the late 1800’s. During that era a number of teahouses were established to cater to he growing number of sophisticated summer visitors. Today, Jordan Pond House continues the tradition of afternoon tea featuring our famous popovers and strawberry jam. This unique dining experience, served on the lawn with Jordan Pond and the “Bubbles” as a backdrop, is one we hope all visitors to Acadia National Park will have the opportunity to enjoy.
The Bubbles of which they speak are two mountain peaks visible behind Bubble Pond when you’re having tea on the lawn at the Jordan Pond House. There is an easy hike up the Bubbles that provides an awesome view, but we didn’t bother with that on this trip.
Every year while here on vacation, we make lunch at the Jordan Pond House a high priority. There are even years that I’ve gone TWICE! It’s THAT good.
The popovers, their claim to fame, are absolutely out of this world. Words just can’t describe the sheer bliss that is the Jordan Pond House popover. I have tried half a dozen recipes attempting to replicate them to no avail. They are a delectable combination of crispy outside and light, soft, eggy inside. They are always served piping hot with lots of butter and strawberry jam to slather on them. See, even Becca loves them. This child has good taste.
And as if the popovers aren’t enough, the lobster stew is the other reason I go to the Jordan Pond House every year. I have had lots of lobster stew over the years, and this is by far the superior lobster stew. It is rich and creamy and full of huge hunks of lobster meat. It is so good that I am always disappointed when I order it elsewhere, as I learned last week when Husband and I stopped for lunch at the Lobster Pound in Lincolnville.