SouthGate – in Bath –

Southgate Family Restaurant

Southgate Family Restaurant

25 Centre St
Bath, ME 04532

I’m surely glad I didn’t let this review skip past my attention as it was slowly drowning in my new mid Coast Maine shinnagins.

It seems most New England older coastal towns have short cobblestone sidewalks – which are adorable and I wore a smile of happiness from around the corner, under the lifted Impatiens within polar white latticework. To click my heels in that moment like Singing in the Rain (Dick Van Dyke?) Waving to the morning faces drowning in the sun of another summer morning.

Eggs Bene brought me but I’m always immediately thinking of Benedict Arnold’s story when I hear the name – and he deserved what he got – the homemade Corned Beef hash confirmed my reservation.

The yolk broke upon the first light exploratory piercing of the fine thin egg fleas and toasted rye is the preferred transport for me.

People here like me, they’re engaging and I see the sincerity in they’re faces, unlike many of my inland experiences and fool hearted expectations.

The javas always tipping above my mug and the smiling faces — they mean the world to me.

  • Photo of Southgate Family Restaurant - Bath, ME, United States. I was thinking Redneck - but how can I say "no" to Irish?I was thinking Redneck – but how can I say “no” to Irish?Photo of Southgate Family Restaurant - Bath, ME, United States

Len’s Fish and Chips

Sometimes – make that Lots of Times, I think entrepreneurial thoughts, thoughts about little areas that make sense to me or crumbs that The Bigs leave untapped or ignored or just random creative visions.

I’ve loved the idea of food trucks built to mimic & recreate their flagship menu item. Say, a taco truck built to look like a taco, empanada truck to look like an empanada – all possibly driven from Dumb and Dumber – Lloyd and Harry’s van that was customized to look like a St. Bernard or another such fluffy pooch.
-How cool would it be for a Fish and Chips truck to look like a mackerel or a top neck?

There should be a line around the Water Store to get a taste of Len’s clam strip bellies, a possible mix of corn and pastry flour with no excess, form fitting like 90s spandex. Soaked in something wonderful, Len’s head is always up and smiling between dunks and plating.

I’ve had fried clams all over the country – Tacoma to Texas – and with Casco Bay where the water runs thru just next to us, there’s that little grit of freshly dug clams. The clams that were lying just below the sandy surface a day ago and the tides right, so, shucked this very morning.

It’s like kissing the bay, the full bellied clam bite with a deep fried finish – delicious from start to finish.

  • Photo of Len's Fish & Chips - Brunswick, ME, United States. Who wouldn't stop at the mere sight of a Fish & Chips sign? Certainly not I.Who wouldn’t stop at the mere sight of a Fish & Chips sign? Certainly not I.
  • Photo of Len's Fish & Chips - Brunswick, ME, United States. Sorry about the reflection of Len's Menu -Sorry about the reflection of Len’s Menu.
  • Photo of Len's Fish & Chips - Brunswick, ME, United States. There's Len.. Proudly smiling after preparing me his Clam Strips Platter.

A 5 YELP star review of Len’s Fish & Chips.

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Dee’s Wood Fired Pizza & Kitchen

A year or so back, I was invited inside the kitchen of Austin Pizza – my review talked about the quality and proper cooking of the dough, more specifically, the oven – an oven of modest stature yet chock full of technology. So now I’m fixated on ovens – indoor, outdoor and knowing dinner was at Dee’s Brick Oven Pizza – I steadied and readied myself as I entered with youthful excitement thinking about the oven.

Dees first location – just across the street, a stones throw westward – it was the 90s friend frost on the window panes and brick oven pizza inside, it was new –  some adored it, some preferred their standard pizza others remained indifferent, rightly or wrongly this was  I.

Dees was bustling busy this evening, as it usually is – so I wasn’t able to sneak the peek I wanted – I missed viewing the oven – gosh I wanted to see it and the kneading, the pressing the flipping and the fire side slide of the dough to the inside.
So – I didn’t order the pizza, I needed the background information, I wanted my imagination to take the controls, but the seed was planted for a return.

“Let’s get a few starters” rebounding quickly from my non pizza new starting point – reading the digital menu on a hockey puck sized screen. Calamari Fritto ($17.00) wasn’t the start I’d hoped for – kinda rubbery, more snouts than torsos, spicy aioli just doesn’t do it for me with this dish, I’m all day with the marinara here.

The Crab Cake ($18.00) A single – I assume wasn’t born n bred in the waters of Maryland, no indication as such, yet made a big splash with a little help from our clean, neat, pressed and professional servers that swarmed on delivery and removal with absolutely perfect time intervals – all descriptions properly pronounced and verbalized thoroughly.

I loved the unwavering shape of the crab cake I made my first incision, I prefer my crabby patties a bit more toasted brown – I loved the look of the thriving & luxurious arugula salad topping.

My 6’6 and 305Lb dining partner and I continued, crushing the dishes with Cavatelli Broccoli Rabe Spicy Sausage ($27.00) up next and polished off in just minutes. Short dense pasta worked well with it’s coconspirators with great texture changes and the finishing bite of spice was nice as we continued our eating journey.

Chicken Milanese con Buratta – double ‘R’ single ‘T’? ($25.00) nicely pounded, egg bath, flour and possibly a double presses panko breadcrumb baptism – the flavor was a bit plain but quite good, perfectly cooked golden brown had me thinking about the crab cake once again. I had thought a lemon zest might have provided a little nice little zip. The Burrata atop with it’s slightly hardened outer casing and soft creamy cows milk inside was absolutely delightful.

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Gosh I miss LEMMY!!


Before Metallica (posers) there was “BUDGIE – BREADFAN”

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Unifying factors these days are difficult to determine – they all seem like the wrong ones to me, well, most anyway. I’ll tell ya a Long Island unifying factor – Diners! Your Grammy can be a gay Eskimo that worships the devil and sit her right along side one of those fire breathing Torah thumping Muslims and they’ll chit chat over a slice of those dizzying, teeth aching – glass enclosed pieces of icing clad pies.

It’s because human nature just wants to connect – and Diners are always there to bridge that gap – to feel the homemade environment. Leave any pretenses in the lot and order a  bacon double cheeseburger and a hot fudge sundae for breakfast and strawberry pancakes with chocolate chips and whipped cream for dinner while resting your ever expanding rump roast on the always overstuffed padded booth seats.

The Signature sandwich was called The Roadhouse – cool movie (even with P. Swazie) and a bouncer of a meal. The roast beef was tender and layered like the walls of the keep of Minis Tirith. It was difficult to get my mouth up and over it’s too to bottom bountiful half poundage – but my right hand pinched and twisted in accordance with the disdain for silverware and class which had my dining partner ordering the check half way thru.

I was so tempted to point to the corner and say “Seabass has graciously offered to pick up our check” #dumbanddumber the thought of calling our waitress “Flo” ceased right quick as she was sweet but underneath the smile looked like she’d smack the silly right on outta me.

Don’t sleep on the starter coleslaw and pickles either, I’d order extra hence forth if-in I’ll find myself out that way in Wantaugh ever again.

  • Photo of Circle M Diner - Wantagh, NY, United States. The Roadhouse

CP Grill – College Point, NY

We couldn’t see it as we viewed CP Grill from across the street and as we approached, as we got nearer, the wispy tops of the front courtyard palms swayed beneath the full moon above like a single spotlight stabbing down guiding our way to the mid summer roses beauty within the privacy of mirrored glass.

Deciding to dine inside, I was taken by the flow of the wall murals of the towns and villages in Greece,  3 dimensional pillars on high ground overlooking seashores and the surrounding white buildings.
Six pineapples upon the bar had my palate dancing and wanting a frosty, icy drink with coconut, pineapple and white rum – my dining partner all but had to yank me off the bar as the under lit shelving lighting wrapped its blue and green arms around me.

The soft leather chairs of black and white cupped beneath me like sitting in the hand of Apollo as the salad arrived – not a Big Fat Greek one but a classic with the star of the show – the cucumber, stripped to visual splendor, red onion sliced very thin, green and calamata olives and red bell pepper — angular 45* cuts into diamond shapes – mastery of the blade.

With the arrival of the light and bouncy Fried Calamari (with two sauces) Chicken, Beef and Pork Souvlaki, Greek sausage and Greek meatballs a top Mediterranean rice – my fingers prowled around the plates like a mantis contemplating his/her evenings preying. Perfect seasonings and proper select cuts – in my next life I want to come back as wooden skewers that are used here at CP Grill.

Owner-operator and all around joyous dear fellow and my new friend Christos came out to talk with us as a fresh fruit Strawberry Daiquiri was set beside me

The evenings will continue to host many themes that will be posted through their social media – so for you all that read me – even if your not local, I encourage you to follow along for the ride of delicious dishes and spectacular events – oh the fun we had that night – I’m so excited about returning — whose coming with me?  

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  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. Christos, myself and his sister Martha..
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  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. Calamari ain't just an Italian thing at all.. that's coming from an Italian.. proper Greeks crush this lovely app..
  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. Even the meatiest if meat eaters out there can't not want summa this beautiful salad..
  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. So soft, no crunchiness -- scooping is more personal - it's all feel. Unlike nachos
  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. Strawberry Daiquiri -- with sweet strawberries
  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. Pina Colada with a cherry on top..
  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. This cocktails name is currently (the morning after) a but fuzzy. Will correct soon, it was soooo good..
  • Photo of CP Grill - College Point, NY, United States. Fresh pineapple garnish and -- most importantly and deliciously, into the fun cocktails that C. P. Grill offers
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Plumb Beach isn’t Peaches

Point Breeze some call it and it’s a quick walk to Plumb Beach — ” hey, look over there, it’s Jamaica Bay in all of it’s polluted splendor.

A 10 minute walk to Coney Island that-A-way and over to your left, Breezy Point, a simple community as seen from the Boogie Down Brooklyn side, a great place to hang — it’ll connect you to the Atlantic Ocean.

Doesn’t all of what you see floating around you look and sound appetizing for a Sunday swim, just try not to open your mouth or eyes kiddies – people are pathetic with their personal garbage.
With switch of the mind flip, It’s not unlike the setting for Creepshow (#1) “Something to Tide You Over”. Greatest movie ever for a horror loving little child such as I was — and I was.
“Welcome to the beach…. If you don’t panic, if you can hold your breath —- if you can hold your breath” —
     *****And that’s what the polluted and polluters should have a comin’ to ’em. ****** Take out what you bring in — simple and easy as pie and bless your heart for making any effort, the garbage doesn’t add up, it subtracts down, just try a little harder each time – you’ll be begin to enjoy it and when the big green truck rolls in and takes it all away to a proper facility, the W’s (wins) keep stacking because there’s no stacking W’s when you litter.

Roxbury, Fort Tilden, Riis Park are all out there watching me watch them, all well known beach areas in this area and all graveyard quiet, there’s nobody else here. It was overcast and grey with air dust or pollution and looked like a combination of dirty cotton and wet sugar. The more I focused upwards, the more hesitant and feeble the very pale blueish grey sky looked — as if a painter had washed the color off his brush in a huge tub of water and the water only held one drop of a promise.

Tall buildings & bright lights is knee jerk NY, I know, but take the B or Q train to Sheepshead Bay and you’ll get some quiet time here, at Plumb Beach. It’s 4.1 mile drive from my door for Big Phil and I, so I think I’ll be back again as the summer of 2021 quickly comes to an abrupt halt.\\

  • Photo of Plumb Beach - Brooklyn, NY, United States
  • Photo of Plumb Beach - Brooklyn, NY, United States. Lazybones is the term and poem.. Maine Ballads..
  • Photo of Plumb Beach - Brooklyn, NY, United States. Everytime I've stopped on by -- the parking lot is never busy.
  • Photo of Plumb Beach - Brooklyn, NY, United States. It seems that the crusty ole seagull never saw one of these before. #rhodesianridgeback
  • Photo of Plumb Beach - Brooklyn, NY, United States. Tell ya what -- We don't mind Mondays...