This is one of my favorite lobster shacks in Maine—although calling it a “shack” might even be a euphemism. Beyond the driveway you’ll find a hangar-size door; fear not, for behind it sits a counter of friendly folks taking your order. Guys in slickers and boots do all the dirty work, plucking lobsters from long lobster tanks gurgling seawater. Eat upstairs, where picnic tables are arrayed in an open, barnlike area, or out on the deck with views across the river to Belfast. Remember: Don’t wear your finest threads, and get lots of napkins. The lobsters, served on paper plates with butter and corn on the cob, are tasty and fairly inexpensive. It’s across the Route 1 bridge from downtown Belfast; after the bridge, look for signs (Mitchell Street is the fourth street on your right—follow the road to the water).