Day 70 – Tuesday, May 28th Boston MA to Portland ME
It was Dr. Stan who arranged the Amtrak tickets, as he had done for his 70th Birthday Trip. He knows how, and Hector had enough on his plate getting – Around The World. Portland ME, it had to be given that we have done Portland OR.
Dr. Stan, Clive and Maggie were intent on having breakfast at our hotel, as they had done for their two days previously. Just in case, the Hector was intent on going to North Station early. On the West Coast, Amtrak insisted on checking in luggage, we had no specific information on this in Massachusetts. However, given the rail network density on the East Coast, it did seem unlikely.
The Orange Line from Downtown Crossing was the obvious route to take. However, we found ourselves heading to Park St. and the Green Line. Being de-trained at Haymarket felt quite ironic, Waverley or bust.
North Station, oh, that big building, was well disguised as a major train station. I promised Marg breakfast, we walked through the food hall to reach the departure area. No check-in required, and no platform information until later.
There was an Indian Food stall, the chap manning it wasn’t able to serve any. Work that one out. A disgustingly large piece of Cheesecake was the chosen alternative, the drink bought at a different stand because that’s how it works.
All aboard. Les autres arrived in good time. We were travelling Business Class, on Train 863 at 11.50, a two and a half hour train journey.
Big seats and an inclusive drink marked a pleasant journey, and time to write up more of these pages.
Portland Centrale was no more than a platform in either direction. The path from the northbound platform led directly into Portland Transportation Center which was more of a bus station than a train station, and maybe just inside the city limits. Information for long distance buses was on screens, but how to get Downtown? A friendly Doris advised us to go outside and wait for Bus 5/7. The fare was £2.00 each, cash, Marg had a $10.00 note, an opperchancity to spend a piece of paper that may have come all the way from Glasgow.
Google Maps managed to insert an extra stop just before the one I had picked from which to alight. Dr. wasn’t fooled and stayed on the bus. Four of us marched downhill towards Fore Street and Portland Harbor Hotel.
Dr. Stan and Hector had chosen well. At a mere £170.00 per night, and paid in advance, Portland Harbor Hotel proved to be welcoming and spacious. The stairs in the lobby added a certain character, at least there was a lift up to reception.
There was an issue re inclusive breakfast. We had all received emails advising us that this bonus was due. Having consulted various members of management, this was proved to be spurious.
It was agreed that we would meet downstairs in thirty minutes. Clive and Maggie didn’t show. Three of us headed off along Fore Street to Gritty McDuff’s Brew Pub. A brewery on the street where we live, who planned this? Having established where Dr. Stan and I were going to be for the next hour or so, Marg disappeared off for ice cream.
Gritty McDuff’s was yet another bar claiming to be something it wasn’t. OK, I have been to some Tracey Islands on this trip where the brew plant has been well hidden, not here. Thunderbird 1 was not behind the wall and the Bier list on the wall was not setting the heather on fire.
A substantial venue with another room behind the bar, it appeared to be a mother and daughter who were manning it. Daughter knew hee-haw about the Bier.
Sensi IPA seemed to be only option, hopefully a NEIPA. At 6.2% it had too much haze, muddy, and too little body for the abv. Tart tasting, not the best, no need for another.
Let’s drink this and go – was my desire, alas, Clive and Maggie finally showed having misunderstood the rendezvous time. With the NEIPA not recommended, Clive and Maggie had something else. I took photos of the bar area. A locals’ pub – is how I would identify Gritty’s.
Brickyard Hollow Brewing Co. was just down the road in the harbour area. Why did I feel as though I was in Aberdoom? Brickyard Hollow was more like it, a proper industrial brewery outlet and a choice of NEIPA.
It was time to get our feet under the table. The serving chap gave the warmest of welcomes and would dutifully serve us at the table throughout our stay.
First up was Trestle a 6.8% NEIPA. Despite having a suitable haze and boasting Citra, Mosaic and Simcoe hops, the Bier was too thin for its abv and the hops were not hitting as powerfully as one hopes for. Above average, no more.
There was a need for food and so Buffalo Wings were duly ordered, Just how close was I to Buffalo NY a few days ago? Marg arrived in time to take the necessary photo of the gorging Hector.
Between us, we covered a fair representation of the food menu, everyone happy with their choice.
73 IPA at 6.3% had more haze and a greater sense of hops. Two of the three hops here were – Kiwi: Nelson Sauvin, Motueka and Citra. With fruity/juicy flavours coming across a better option, but still not quite – there.
Being later in the afternoon, it was time for a DIPA. Send It! at 7.6% wasn’t too silly. As with 73 IPA, the full milkshake haze and this certainly had the body. All US hops: Citra, Mosaic and Idaho 7, all sadly subdued.
Decent, but then the brain suggested a magic blend. Combining 73 IPA and Send It! might create a – magic mix. There was no opperchancity to experiment, we had a third and final brewery to get to in this port area and it was closing at 20.00.
Shipyard Brewing Company was a couple of blocks away and up a slight rise. 
With no obvious entrance other than to the impressive Bier and clothing store, in we went. Marg would return here to purchase a zany fleece.
With no more luggage weight restrictions, the beginning of the madness? A pity there was no – Mushroomhead (CAN reference).
There was a ramp behind the serving Doris leading to the Taproom, why didn’t she tell us? Time for one Bier, and many choices, a pity we hadn’t started here.
Massive Haze IPA at 6.6% was a step down, The DIPA at 8.5% would have been braver. Gold, with maybe too muddy a haze, this NEIPA had the body was sharp on the palate. No hop information was forthcoming.
With tanks visible, but not necessarily brewing equipment, was this still the point of brewing? As near as, and the brewery website isn’t making life easy.
We had to take our leave, perhaps to our sorrow, but there was still life in the company.
We passed Liquid Riot, a brewery near enough the waterside. Due to close on June 2nd, never mind soon this evening, we walked on.
The Kings Head, on the quayside, just a Craft Beer pub, slumming it.
What a place, our new local, well it was just around the corner from our hotel. The far corner of the bar was where we plonked ourselves, where the action was, or would soon be.
Knowing The Good Doctor’s habits, it was time to follow him to the dark side. Flashlight Tag, an 8.0% Imperial Stout from Belleflower, a brewery on the agenda for tomorrow, was the tempting brew. Peanut butter and chocolate were full on. For once, the body seemed even higher than the abv. This was a joyous discovery, moreish, and why not?
With Maggie on the Brandy, Marg succumbed to a Lemoncello Spritz, then Bacardi & Coke. Party on.
For Hector, one final Bier, and back to the NEIPA. Resilience-Combover (Schilling Beer Company, New Hampshire / Resilience Brewing NH) at 6.7% had the full milkshake haze and was loaded with Vic Secret and Galaxy hops. And here, today’s saga ends, no tasting notes. Entschuldigung.
Breweries and bar visited today:
Gritty McDuff’s Brew Pub – 396 Fore St., Portland ME 04101
Brickyard Hollow Brewing Co. – 9 Commercial St. Portland, ME 04101
Shipyard Brewing Co. – 27 Hancock St, Portland, ME 04101
The King’s Head – 254 Commercial St, Portland, ME 04101
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