When I lived overseas I was spoiled with delicious food behind every corner, now back in the States, it can be difficult to find a place with quality equivalent to the cafes and restaurants in Germany where I spent most of my time. The Wild Blueberry, however, comes pretty darn close. I ate here on my graduation trip my mom took me on in late June. We were the first to arrive for breakfast that morning, as we had taken an early morning walk, which was smart because within 30 minutes the place was bustling with happy, hungry people. My mom ordered blueberry pancakes, and I ordered the belgian waffle with a side of blueberries. Both portions were well worth their price, as my mom and I were both content after finishing our meal. The waffle was the closest to authentic taste I have had in the States, mind you, I don't live very close to gourmet restaurants. The outer shell of the waffle was crunchy, and the inside was tender, moist and fluffy. I felt like the portion of fresh blueberries could have been more generous, and the pure maple syrup came in 1 1/2 oz jar made in California. If I'm in Maine can I at least have maple syrup from the east coast? Call me petty but c'mon. Show some New England pride.