Only a few weeks after their actual September 26th anniversary, Shawn and John left the boys with Grams and made a trip “Downeast” to celebrate seventeen years of wedded bliss!
We departed Friday morning for a leisurely drive up the Atlantic coast. Being a bit late in the season and a bit early on a workday, the summer crowds were absent even as the fall leaves lingered in splendor. After a quick stop at a New Hampshire Harley dealer to do a little scouting for next year (!), we enjoyed the scenic drive into Perkins Cove in Ogunquit. There we had a relaxing lunch at Jackie’s Too restaurant overlooking the sunny ocean.

Resuming our northward journey, we soon arrived at the English Meadows Inn in Kennebunk only to be greeted loudly and warmly by Tigger, the Inn’s watch-cat, and almost as warmly (though he didn’t want to be picked up) by the Innkeeper, Bruce.

Bruce made us feel right at home and we quickly settled into the fantastic Tack Room as our home for the weekend before setting out to enjoy the waning sun as we walked into Kennebunkport village…

Greeted by the Bartley’s lobstah, we strolled the Dock Square shops and checked out some restaurant menus before we found a stool at Federal Jack’s (founded in 1992, the same year as our marriage) for $2 Happy Hour drafts and some laughs with the locals.

Our next stop, on our Innkeeper’s fine recommendation, was the Bandaloop restaurant where we feasted on local seafood and enjoyed the funky atmosphere. Our loft perch allowed us to spy on the bar and first floor dining activities while we enjoyed a virtually private and extremely enjoyable meal. (The skillet steamed muscles were to die for!)

After a quick stop at the sedate and elderly piano bar at the Kennbunkport Inn and one more at the bright and active Alisson’s, we finished the evening sipping champagne (compliments of our Innkeeper!) by the fire in our virtually private carriage house. Ahhhh.
Saturday was a dark and rainy day, not very conducive for strolling. So, after John enjoyed a fine breakfast of Italian French toast at the Inn and Shawn grabbed a little more sleep, we decided on a drive up the coast, past Walker’s Point, and on to Portland’s Old Port district. We browsed a few pottery shops and found some dry cover and warm chowder at Gritty McDuff’s.

We made it back to Kennebunk just in time to score some prime seating back at Federal Jack’s to watch Boston College beat Notre Dame – almost. We shook off the loss and made our way down the street to The Hurricane where we enjoyed another tremendous meal! We started with house-smoked tuna pastrami that was dreamy and followed with local cod and monkish entrées that will keep us coming back!

Ongoing recovery from the night before’s excesses made this a relatively early evening ending by the cozy fire back in our room.

Sunday dawned bright and the Tack Room’s many windows welcomed the sun! We both enjoyed another great breakfast in the Inn’s tea room before bidding Tigger and Bruce farewell and heading out for a stroll on the beach and then, reluctantly, the ride home.
We had a blast. Looking forward to our next anniversary celebration at Kennebunkport almost makes it seem worth staying married for another year!! 😉