Between Meals, by Michael Bauer Right at home in the other Portland
"There I was, standing in front of a case of cheeses eating Golden Ridge Blue Velvet with wedges of Red Gravensteins, forking into a cool crab salad with dices of spicy ginger gold apples, stabbing a thin slice of salmon, cold smoked with Scotch whisky. The food was great, and I was reminiscing as to how far we've progressed in the last few years.
It wasn't all that much different than the feeling I had the week before at the Slow Food Nation Taste Pavillion; the difference is that I was in Portland, Maine..."
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