One day on our vacation, Tim was out playing a few holes of golf with his dad and before heading home, he started a conversation with a local guy about the best places in the area to grab a bite. It goes without saying that locals always know the good places–although there’s always a possibility that they’re referring you to their brother Ted’s place, and that Ted’s place is awful.
But this particular local did not have a brother named Ted, and knew what he was talking about–besides recommending the 7-napkin burger at Owl’s Head General Store (she post on Maine: Sun Tea) he waxed euphoric about a hot stand in Rockland called Wasses.
