I recently hit the road with Mrs. Portlandeater to drink a little beer and indulge in some food. There’s not much I enjoy more than eating and drinking at the site where whatever I’m consuming is made and breweries definitely fit that description. It feels like an authentic experience that to me is like an adult amusement park – not that I don’t love actual amusement parks. Mrs. Portlandeater suggested we take a trip to south to a couple breweries she researched and I couldn’t say “yes” fast enough.
The first stop on our tour was SoME Brewing in York. In the back of a relatively non-descript building, we found a parking spot and walked our way past a few people drinking beer outside. Upon entering, the bar was straight ahead. To the right was a popcorn popper and beyond that a room with tables and large chalkboard along part of the far wall. We walked to the bar, the bartender gave us a quick tutorial of their nine beers, and my wife wasted no time in ordering a $5 pint of Whoopie Pie Stout – milk stout with cocoa and vanilla. That was also my first choice, but I wanted a flight, so I waited for my wife’s pour so I could try a sip before I made a final decision.
Four ounce tasters were two bucks each, so I decided to order four of them. The stout was good, so I ordered that and the Post-sesh Porter, a coffee rye porter. My last two were Crystal Persuasion double pale ale and Apostrophe mosaic IPA. Once I got my four pours on a flight tray, we walked to the back of the room to find a table. We sat right next to the popcorn and I served myself a bag of that to serve as a salty beer supplement.
Sipping each beer in a stately manner, I tried to ascertain the full flavor of each of them. My favorite was the stout, followed closely by the porter, and then the other two not far behind that. The beers all had great qualities, but the first two I felt were sweet and heavy on flavor. They were “big” beers, and despite their excellent taste, I couldn’t see myself having more than one or two at a time any more than I could see myself eating more than one or two full meals at a time. The other two were more of the long-drinking type that could be picked from the cooler all day or night while enjoying a day at at the beach or a bonfire.
With all my beer done, I was selected to finish the last half of my wife’s. I did just that and we decided to move on to our next stop. A short trip to Kittery brought us to Tributary Brewing, the southernmost brewer in Maine. With a large parking lot and a spot seemingly in the middle of nowhere, we made our way in for some suds. There was a guitarist playing Jimi Hendrix and the atmosphere was lively and funky fresh. We walked up to the service counter and took a gander at what was available.
Tributary had six beers which were each either $1.50 or $2 for four ounces. I was looking at the little ones because I again wanted a sampler. After some thought, I went with their Oktoberfest, Black IPA, Cali Common, and Blueberry. My wife went easy with just a four ounce Oktoberfest. Unfortunately, once we had our beer, all the tables in the house were full, so we pulled up to a shelf along the wall which appeared to have great beer holding abilities.
Oktoberfest was the first beer I tasted. I found it a little lighter than the Oktoberfests I was used to, leaning more toward a pale ale. That may have been because I had consumed a double pale ale shortly before and my beer buds were relaxing a bit. The Black IPA and Cali Common came next and they ended up being my favorites with the latter probably my overall fave and actually quite a bit tastier than I expected, particularly for a lighter beer. The blueberry wasn’t bad, but I think I missed out on some of the fruit flavor by not trying it first instead of the Oktoberfest. Next time, that will be my primer for sure.
After enjoying a little music and beer, we were ready to go for another ride. We headed to Dover, NH, one of the stops I often make when I’m leaving Maine. The reason? The food at Fury’s Pub House. Originating from a drink stop prior to a wedding reception next door, my visits to Fury’s have become a near necessity when heading south. The pub, as it usually is during the day when we go, was sparsely populated with a few people at the bar and a few others here and there throughout. We took seats at the bar which we figured would be a little more exciting than sitting completely alone at a table.
A quick review of Fury’s menu showed a few changes from the last time we were there, but nothing major. The bartender asked us what we wanted to drink and my lady went with a Magner’s Irish Cider. I told the bartender to suggest something and that I particularly liked whiskey and vodka. She threw out “Old Fashioned” and I thought that would work. I upgraded from the house whiskey to Jim Beam – yes, an upgrade to Jim Beam – and went back to find some food.
Once my drink was ready, we put in our orders and had some sips. The first item to come out was my two Scotch Eggs – house sausage wrapped around a hard boiled egg lightly breaded and fried, hot honey mustard or whiskey maple syrup. I got one with each of the sauces. The biggest reason I go to Fury’s is their Scotch eggs and these were exactly as I remembered – tennis ball sized or maybe even a little bigger and nicely crisped around the outside.
First, I visually took in my eggs and then cut into the gargantuan spheres. I forked and knifed my way into them, successfully trying to slice a piece of the breading, sausage, and egg in one swipe and then dipping it into the mustard. It was time to consume it, so I dropped it into my mouth with determination. BY THE POWER OF THE GOD OF SCOTCH EGGS! I’ve never met a scotch egg I didn’t like, but these were special. Crunchy seasoned breading on the outside, perfectly spiced sausage reminiscent of a breakfast version inside, and a standard hard boiled egg. The egg was – as it always is – unbelievably delicious. The hot honey mustard was an amazing touch and the best mustard I’ve ever had. Quite hot, enough to burn the nasal passages, the slightly sweet finish lended itself to a flawless dipping sauce.
My second bite of of egg was dipped into the whiskey maple. In case one brilliant sauce wasn’t enough, the whiskey maple was exactly what you think it was – maple and whiskey in exactly the right proportions where the maple syrup sticks out and the whiskey adds a little “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” I’m not a huge fan of maple, but I was a massive fan of the whiskey maple from the first time I tried it. I sliced and diced my eggs until the two of them were completely done, at which time a single tear fell from my eye.
Next up for food was my Smoked Gouda Mac and Cheese – rich smoked gouda cheese sauce tossed with cavatappi pasta, topped with breadcrumb and chive. My wife had ordered the Fury’s Chicken Salad with pickle and fries – roasted chicken, red onion, green apple, dried cranberries, Sriracha sunflower seeds, and mayo on sourdough, rye, or garlic herb wrap. She went with the sourdough which I felt was a good choice.
We were both ready to get down to business and went to work. My mac and cheese was flat-out fantastic. It sounded simple and I suppose it was, but bah gawd, it was delicious. As I shoved that melty, smokey, cheese-laced pasta into my mouth, my wife nibbled on her sandwich which she insisted was good. She also kept taking bites of my food, which I told her was okay the first few times. When the mac theft got excessive, she offered me some of her sandwich. I took a piece of it and chomped down. Wow! The chicken salad was stellar – sweet, crunchy, outstanding seasoning, the sandwich had it all. I was blown away. It was among the best chicken salads I’d had.
There was plenty of food to go around and it certainly went around me plenty before it all went in me. With the eggs, mac, and sandwich all done, I finished my drink and we were ready to hit the road again and return home. It was another spectacular trip to Fury’s for us. Their scotch eggs simply can’t be beat. Portland, Maine is my place without a doubt, but if I want the best in sausage wrapped, breaded eggs, I travel to Dover. At a mere $3.50 each, they’re half the price and twice the size of the average ones in Portland and they’re better. And it’s not just the eggs that are better, they come with some of the most awesome sauces I’ve had. They’re just so damn good.
For all the praise I give the scotch eggs, it’s important to note that our other food was so outstanding, it’s hard to believe it came from a pub. I don’t know who’s creating and cooking the food there, but they’re killing it. Every time we go, it’s top of the line and they make a good drink too. Their prices are super reasonable and our entire meal with drinks was $36 bucks before tip. Since we travel to get there, we’re always there during the day, but apparently there’s music some nights and the party atmosphere can pick up. For me though, I’ll stick with my lunch and dinner at Fury’s. I recommend you do that too if you’re traveling out of state. Their food will astound you and they might become your food stop away from home like they are for me. Portland’s always gonna be my town, but Fury’s definitely deserves a semi-regular visit.
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