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We Have A Special Weekend Ahead

This past Tuesday morning I found myself on a field hitting some softball batting practice.  It was a near perfect morning with the sun bright, skies clear, and a light breeze stirring gently as I got into my stance in anticipation of the incoming, slowly arching meatball pitch that defines slow-pitch softball.  What was special about this particular pitch wasn’t actually the flight of the ball itself, but instead the person who was throwing it: my Dad. Yes, my eighty-one year old father was throwing BP to me, his oldest son… again.  2020 could have been 1980 all over again (minus the really short shorts and super tall socks).  We’ve come full circle, or maybe it’s more of a straight line because playing catch is perhaps the thing that he and I have always enjoyed the most together (followed closely by our many trips to find the best whatever we were in search of to eat.  You name it, we ate it!).

I couldn’t help but reflect back to being my eight (or ten, or twelve) year old self.  My Dad and I spent a billion hours playing baseball together.  I’m not exaggerating.  Grounders, pop-ups, and fast balls (fast being relative) filled most evenings in our back yard throughout the week, even after the sun went down.  We played in the cold and damp New England spring through the sticky, sweltering summer nights.  We’d start before dinner, head inside to eat, and continue afterwards.  We had one light outside that theoretically illuminated our deck but it really served as our light that kept us outside even longer.  This was no LED bulb though, just a normal whatever-watt bulb that barely lit anything outside of a ten foot radius. I have no idea how my Dad managed to still see the incoming throws from “short”, ball after ball.

This wasn’t a competition.  In these moments he wasn’t my coach (he actually was my coach, but these times weren’t about that).  He was one of my best friends who enjoyed this routine as much as I did.  We literally could not stop playing.  We were totally connected in the hours we spent tossing the ball around.  I know now, being a dad myself to a twelve year old who loves to play as well, what this must have meant to him.  I absolutely know what it means to me now, and I can’t stop smiling as I think of how much I truly loved playing ball (and still do).  Our backyard catch was our most powerful and enjoyable connection. And as much as I loved the practices and games with my buddies and teammates, the backyard ritual was what I looked forward to the most.

I could, and someday will, also wax on about the myriad China Town adventures, or late night, past bedtime trips to the original Emack & Bolios ice cream, or the early morning, frigid hours driving to hockey practice (my actual favorite sport).  My Dad simply loved being a Dad, and I loved him for that.  I still do. 
My Dad set a terrific example for how much joy being a father can be.  I am lucky to have found that same joy myself.  We don’t have a back yard where we live now, but we are next to a great ball field!  Yes, I have an actual diamond just down the street and Charlie and I often go out to just play catch.  It’s become one of our special places where we can just be, which is even more important these days as we all are missing so many connections.  Fatherhood is about so many things, but that connection to our children is what it’s really all about to me.  Thank you, Dad, for teaching me that. 
Happy Father's Day.   


This weekend at Craigie on Main:

Friday, “Juneteenth” 2020:
To recognize and honor this important day in our history, the staff of Craigie on Main has decided as a team to donate all tips from today’s sales to Campaign ZeroSince I, Tony Maws, cannot participate in our tip pool, I have pledged to personally donate $500 to the fund in addition to the staff's tips.  So please show your support to the Black Lives Matter movement by buying tonight’s dinner and adding a generous gratuity!

Weekend Specials:

(we’ve got a lot of them!!)
Friday & Saturday Only

Slow-Cooked Dayboat Halibut Bowl $28
Brown rice and lentil pilaf, pickled butternut squash, miso green goddess dressing
Wicked Wine Pairing
2017 Philip Lardot 'Der Graf', Mosel, Germany $49

Berkshire Pork Two-ways (for 2) $52
Achiote-rubbed chop, crispy belly confit Santa Rosa Plum Salsa, black beans, bacon-braised greens
Wicked Wine Pairing: 
2005 Louis Boillot Volnay Les Grands Poisots, Cote de Beaune, France $69
(killer deal! 2005!!)


Father’s Day Offerings:

Make Dad Brunch:
Craigie Burger Red Flannel Hash Kit $32
Packs serves 2 and includes:

Traditional red flannel hash, Maine Family Farm eggs, red chile crema, 2 burger buns
(make it a hash sandwich or these make fantastic toast)

Grill with Dad:
Rib and Sausage Pack $85 
Comes fully cooked, just heat up on your grill
Pack serves 4 (2 if you’re ambitious!) and includes

½ rack Ancho Chile and Coffee-Rubbed St Louis Ribs, 2 Craigie Kielbasa sausages, 2 Craigie garlic and caraway sausages, bacon-braised greens, 3-bean and red chile stew, horseradish mustard

Taco Party with Dad:
Craigie on Main Pig’s Head Taco Kit $85 
Pack serves 4 and includes:

Confit and roasted milk-fed pig’s head, Mi Tierra organic tortillas, 2 salsas, black beans, cumin and vinegar slaw


Refer to the picture below if you are having trouble finding the Father's Day Specials on our site


Regular menu still available during normal business hours of 5-7:30pm

In solidarity,


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