Turns out Boston Lobsters are actually from Maine! 🦞

Who would’ve thought Boston Lobsters are actually native to Maine! 🦞 That little fun fact only made the ones I had in Bar Harbor taste even more special—like I was getting the real deal straight from the source. I’m still daydreaming about how incredibly fresh that lobster was. It was late April, right at the tail end of Bar Harbor’s off-season. The town was still a little sleepy: most of the hyped, must-try restaurants (the ones locals whisper about and tourists line up for) were still shuttered, gearing up for the summer rush. Even the fish markets—usually bustling with crates of seafood and the briny smell of the ocean—had only a couple of stalls open. But luck was on my side: one tiny, no-frills spot was serving up lobsters straight from the nearby waters, and they were absolute perfection. Tender enough that the meat pulled away from the shell with just a gentle twist, sweet like it had soaked up the sun and salt of the Atlantic—no fancy seasonings needed, just pure, unadulterated lobster goodness.🌊🌊 I sampled two classics: the no-nonsense boiled lobster and a lobster roll. Don’t get me wrong, the roll was creamy and satisfying, but the boiled lobster? It won by a landslide. There’s something about cracking into a steaming hot shell, dabbing the meat in a little melted butter, and tasting nothing but that fresh, oceanic sweetness that can’t be beat. 🦞 And then there was the hotel—total serendipity. I’d booked Harborside Hotel, Spa & Marina on a last-minute hunch, and it ended up being the highlight of the trip. First off, that bed: I’ve stayed in fancy resorts and cozy B&Bs on this journey, but none had a mattress that felt like sleeping on a cloud.🌊🌊🌊 I’d toss and turn less, wake up without a single ache—pure bliss after days of hiking in Acadia. The staff only made it better: the front desk greeted me by name after the first day, offered tips on hidden lobster shacks even locals forget, and room service showed up with my morning coffee exactly when I asked, still piping hot. But the view? Unbeatable. My room had a balcony that looked straight out over the harbor—sunrises painted pink and orange over the water, sailboats bobbing gently at the marina, and at dusk, the lights of the town twinkling against the waves. It was the kind of view that makes you slow down, take a deep breath, and just soak it all in.🌊🌊 Bar Harbor in late April might not be the “peak” time to visit, but that’s what made it so magical—quiet, unhurried, and full of little surprises. I’m already counting down the days until I can go back: for the boiled lobster, the harbor views, and that perfect bed. 🌊 #AcadiaNationalPark #BarHarbor #USNationalParks #MaineTravel #Lobster