So, on the heels of a disapointing chowder experience at the eponymous Gilbert's Chowder House in Portland...and having my mouth watered for a satisfying bowl of authentic New England Fish or Clam chowder...I was pleasantly suprised to find "Chowder" on the Lite-Brite-styled menu board at the Lost Valley base lodge in Auburn. Well my friends, I am sorry to report that their offering, while abundantly aged, was curdled to the point of souring. This was offset only slightly by an abundant offering of oyster crackers. I took three brave sips and went back to the fryboy for a meatball sandwich (with cheese). I didn't ask for a refund, though I informed the waitstaff/cashier of the sorry state of their bivalved broth offering.
My search for great chowder in strange places continues - its a dangerous job, but someone's got to do it.