Conte's
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Trip to Conte's
requires strong constitution
Written by Emmet Meara
The
Rockland waterfront restaurant is one of the best-kept secrets
of the midcoast area. First of all, you would NEVER walk in unless
you knew quite well what was inside. The place looks like an abandoned
bait shack. It has no illuminated sign and only the faintest light
to let brave hearts find the front door.
There
is sawdust on the floor. There are no menus. The bill of fare
is handwritten every night on a roll of butcher-block paper and
you MUST order before you sit down, or incur the wrath of the
feisty wait staff. Either Janice or Amy will cut you off at the
knees if you break protocol. If they are glad to see you, they
will never admit it. The customer is always wrong. The rumor is
they did their training at Boston's Durgin Park restaurant, where
rudeness is considered a sacrament.
But
they are a day at the beach compared to the fiery chef, John Conte.
Like any artistic genius, Conte considered temperament to be his
birthright. When he feels like closing the place, he simply walks
out and screams at the waitresses and maybe a few customers. I
have seen him empty the place in about 90 seconds.
He
won't advertise. He doesn't want to many people screwing up his
evening.
We
don't care what he does as long as he lets us eat there. The place
has a water view and very few lights. The illumination is a score
or two of candles, which reflect off the newspaper tablecloths
and sawdust floor.
They
start you with a few pounds of freshly baked bread, cut from a
Buick-sized loaf near the kitchen. They follow with a fabulously
fresh salad for two, which is enough for six, complete with a
dressing that is the original concoction of the chef. Please do
not ask what is in it. Just eat it and shut up.
If
you don't like garlic, just stay home. Conte's put chunks of garlic
in everything but the water.
The
menu is unmatched in any place I have eaten, anywhere. The portions
are gigantic. I have personally warned dozens of tourist to split
a single order, unless they want leftovers for a few days. I can
remember the look on one couple when they ordered two plates of
bouillabaisse. They had enough food for the Partridge Family.
The haddock and scallops always taste like they were caught that
afternoon. A small portion of a typical menu consist of:
·
Fescue Polpettone fresh haddock and meatloaf, $ 9.80.
· Ziti Pomodoro $ 6.80, pasta and marinara.
· Salsi Cescapporo, $9.80, Italian sausage with
hot cherry pepper sauce.
· Salmone Limone, $ 10.80, salmon fillet with lemon
sauce.
· Pescebrasotto Canestrelli, $12.80, fresh-shucked
scallops braised with fresh haddock.
· Cozzepesce Minestra, $ 9.80 bowl of mussels.
If you want four-star service and a servile wait staff and the
tiny meals typical of nouvelle cuisine, go to the Samoset.
Warning: There is inherent danger contained in Conte's.
On a bitter cold night, with the wind blowing fiercely off the
Atlantic with the candlelight glowing and the wood stoves red-hot
and your belly as full as safety allows, you might just find yourself
a new home.
Just don't spread it around.
If you leave Conte's without at least three packages
of leftovers, then you are a glutton.
A last warning. Do not bring you compliments to the chef. He will
bite your head off. Jut pay up (No Credit Cards) and go home.