This was taken from within the sanctum; I’d never been in a ladies’ rooms stall with saloon-style swing doors before. The “katie-bar-the-door” closure was a bit awkward, but served well enough. Our lunch at this place, the Shoreline Restaurant and Lobster Pound in Ogunquit, turned out to be really good. It was an odd, funky place, with strange acoustics where you could hear the conversations in the bar clearly, even though it was around the corner and in a different wing o the building. We listened to some guy with a strong Boston accent (think “Good Will Hunting”) tell jokes…