Moody's Diner

It took 68 months of living in Maine before I made my way into Moody's. Not that I haven't been curious. It's been a Route 1 landmark for me as in, "I've just passed Moody's so I should be there in half an hour" and a marvel in the summer when the large parking lot is filled to overflowing with "summer people" but it wasn't until today that I had the pleasure of eggs, home fries and coconut creme pie. Yum.