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Saturday, March 30, 2013

A Cool Seabreeze In Ybor City

Editor's update 9/4/2013: There must be a curse on this location in Ybor. The Seabreeze has permanently closed. They did not live long and prosper.

The last time my bride and I sat at our special table in this little outdoor spot at 1607 North 17th Street in Why-bo (that's Ybor City to thems that aren't in the know) we had a couple of Hot Willy's weenies.

Today was a new day with new treats for the buds of taste. Willy's is gone, but in it's place is one of the Grandsons of the original Seabreeze Restaurant on Causeway Boulevard - the Seabreeze Ybor.




Since the Belle of Ballast Point and I were the first customers of the day we were invited to sit where we pleased and one of the staff brought menus and a couple of brewskis that we had requested right to our table.

Seabreeze Ybor has chicken wings, hamburgers and other sandwich choices, small and large fried baskets, wraps and sides. I knew what I wanted right from the git-go, the famous Seabreeze original hand made devil crab. Be still, my thumpin' gizzard! I hadn't had one of those in years, but it was still sinfully good. With a little splash of hot sauce it was heavenly.


My bride had been craving a burger, so she went with the cheesburger with extra crispy fries that she declared was perfectly prepared and delicious.


I am a aficionado of swamp food, and frog legs are one of my absolute favorites. I requested a large basket that consisted of moist, tasty, fried to perfection legs of frog, with the crispy fries, and a couple of the best hush puppies I can remember in a long time.


Accompanying this delightful basket of goodness was a little tub of a very savory mustard based sauce. I am assuming it was for dipping the frog legs, but let me just say that those frog legs needed nothing to enhance their flavor. The sauce was good with the puppies, though.

With all that belly busting food and four beers, our bill came in at a little under $40. Since we had table service we tacked on a tip.

I hope they live long and prosper.

Seabreeze Ybor on Urbanspoon

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Mother Shucker Look At That There

Today's treat for Oracle readers is going to be a product review. This will be only the second I have ever done. The first one was a review of a piece of crap called the Slice-O-Matic. Today's review is of a product no oyster eater or oyster shucker will ever want to be without.

As many of you already know, when it comes to oysters on the half shell I can be a real pain in the tuckus. I want those mollusks to be perfectly shucked, and perfectly presented. They also have to be real. I do not tolerate pasteurized or pre-shucked and frozen oysters on the half shell. As I said, I can be a real picker of nits when it comes to my oysters.

In my youth, as a lad growing up near Eastpoint on the Florida panhandle, I shucked a fair amount of these pearls from the sea. The older I get, the less fond I am of shuckin'. Consequently, if I want those tasty treats but don't want to do the shucking, I have to go out and let someone else do the deed.

The problem with that is the venues in and about Tampa that do carry fresh oysters, for the most part, do not employ shuckers who have a freakin' clue. If you ask, many will admit that they don't eat and don't like them - and, it shows.

Well, my newest best friend Earl has got me hooked up. Earl doesn't know yet that he is my newest best friend, but Earl has invented the most marvelous of devices - Earl's Original Oyster Opener.  

You can visit his web site and get all the particulars. You can see the history of the Oyster Opener and get the scoop on Earl the man.

For instance:

Everyone always asks "Is there really an Earl?" In fact my friends there is. Earl was my father and spent a great deal of his leisure time in the Apalachicola, Florida bay eating oysters. In fact, Earl become so well known for his oysters that having oysters with Earl became a must for friends and family alike. When he was nicknamed by several friends the "Earl of The Oyster" a small urban legend began to get out of control.

You can also see photos showing how the opener works. Everything you need to know is on that web site - but, is it bogus or is it real?

The Oracle will now weigh in on that question.

Here is the device that was delivered to me:


Ten minutes later it looked like this:


It would have looked like that a little sooner, but I paused to open a beer. Since the pointy wedge is facing the wrong direction in the photo, one could assume I also drank that beer.

The next step was to procure some oysters. I went up to the local Publix, where shopping is an adventure, and had the fish monger hand pick a half dozen oysters. I figured if this mother shuckin' device didn't work I didn't want to be stuck shuckin' a shit load (official unit of Southern measurement).

Now, let's get to shuckin' just like the instructions said:



Oh my, look at this:


I was practically orgasmic! That shuckin' thing worked just like Earl said and I got a perfect oyster. I didn't have to cuss or run to the medicine cabinet for a tourniquet.

Earl offers one of these:

I don't believe I will be needing it.














In the interest of full disclosure I need to mention that you will still need an oyster knife. The opener does open as advertised, but you still need something to cut the shell from the membrane to release the oyster. That has always been the easy part. The hard part is just getting the damn thing open in the first place. Earl solved that problem.

Notice: The Oracle paid full price for this device including shipping and whatever, and we are not being compensated in any manner by Earl's Original Oyster Opener.

If you like oysters on the half shell, you really do need one of these things...unless you are a masochist.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Ever The Optimist

An optimist is someone who figures that if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's the bluebird of happiness. ~ Robert Brault

This past Sunday the Belle of Ballast Point and I found the gastronomic bluebird of happiness at The Optimist Fish Camp and Oyster Bar, 914 Howell Mill Road in Atlanta. If you have preconceived notions of what a fish camp and oyster bar looks like, you will be pleasantly surprised by The Optimist.

There is an elegant warehouse look to parts of the interior with bare concrete floors that transition to hardwood as you move from the oyster bar into the main dining room that is illuminated by hanging lamps with hand blown glass and a baked on chrome finish.

We had reservations (a necessity) for 6:30 so we were promptly escorted to our table with a view looking into the bustling kitchen. One of the absolute highlights of our visit to The Optimist was our server, Theodora, who presented us with menus and catered to our every whim throughout the course of our meal.

To get our whistles wet we requested a couple of adult beverages. I had consumed a beer a bit earlier so I decided to stick with it and ordered a local brew, the Sweetwater 420.

My bride was in a quandary over a choice of wines, first considering a prosecco, but was then tempted by a sparkling Ode Panos - a pink-skinned grape variety grown in Peloponnese, Greece. The Belle was pleased with this suggestion from Theodora. The wine brought back pleasant memories of a trip to Santorini a few years ago.

I was sorely tempted by the nice selection of east coast and west coast oysters on the half shell, because I do love raw oysters. Then, under small plates, I saw Charred Octopus with kimchi sauce and candied coriander. Oh my, octopus and kimchi. I had to have it, and was that ever a tasty appetizer. The octopus was perfectly prepared with nary a hint of chewiness. I still swoon at the memory.


The bread roll was a special treat, fresh and warm with a subtle honey sweet glaze on top.

My dining partner eschews appetizers, preferring to save room at the end of the meal for a dessert. She did enjoy the huge 'Simple Salad' that was simply delicious - fresh and crispy, with shaved celery and herbs, accented with a banyuls (a fortified apéritif or dessert wine) vinaigrette.


From land and sea, there were so many mouth watering choices, and I wanted them all. That would be impossible at one sitting so I had to narrow it down. It was a struggle, but I finally chose the Roasted Haddock with garlicky steamed clams and a split roasted marrow bone with a topping of sauteed onions.



This dish won acclaim at a James Beard event in New York City not too long ago, and I can understand why. The fish was sheer roasted perfection. The clams were truly gifts from the sea. The marrow bone was packed with fatty goodness. Even now I am wiping the slobber from my chin (you may not want to dwell on that image).

My bride was equally enamored with her choice of Roasted Halibut with grilled Brussels sprouts, sweet peppers, and crispy pancetta. She declared this dish to be a savory treat for the buds of taste and paired beautifully with Theodora's  recommendation of a superb Columna Albarino, a green-skinned grape variety native to Galicia on the north Atlantic coast of Spain. This Columna Albarino presented the exotic notes of pineapples, white peaches and honeysuckle.


We will now move on to my bride's after dinner appetizer, or what some call a dessert. She chose the Bourbon Beignets with a side dish of prepared-on-site artisinal vanilla ice cream. To accompany her beignets she requested a glass of Dark Lady, a South African red wine with intense rich chocolate mocha aromas, rich black cherries, coffee and almonds.  The Belle said this was a great pairing, thanks again to Theodora.


I preferred to drink my dessert so I had a delightful 20 year old Dow Tawny Port - a perfect end to a perfect meal.

The Optimist demands return visits to enjoy the myriad of gastronomic treasures on their menu. Notice I used the plural visits - lamb belly next time, and after that the sea scallops with oxtail marmalade, and then...

Wouldst that Atlanta weren't so far removed from Tampa.

Even if the food hadn't been superb, which it was, Theodora would have still made this a memorable evening.

All food, beer, and wine brought our total for the night to $152.28. We were amazed! We have had much less and paid far more at some less than stellar venues back home in Tampa. For us, The Optimist was a true bargain.

I think we went a bit over our usual 20% for good service, but it was deserved.

The Optimist on Urbanspoon 

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

A Beachy Bar In Midtown

After an arduous Sunday morning this past weekend with breakfast in bed courtesy of room service, and a leisurely read of the AJC, my bride and I decided to venture out of the hotel for a late morning repast. I stumbled upon the Steamhouse Lounge while surfing the Intertube from back home in Tampa. Steamhouse had me with oysters!

We wandered up one of the Peachtrees to 1051 West Peachtree St NE, and there we found the Steamhouse. This is a charming restaurant and bar with a decidedly beachy decor, and really friendly people. We were invited to make ourselves at home and sit here, there or even up there. We sat there at the bar. 


I started with a dozen of their Gulf oysters on the half shell. Growing up just a stone's throw from Apalachicola in the Florida Panhandle, I developed a taste for these mollusks at an early age and I can be a little nit picky.


Unlike what we are generally served back home in Tampa, those oysters were properly shucked and served. They were also briny and flavorful. Yes, that is a glass of iced tea sitting there next to my oysters.

That was my one and only unpleasant experience in Atlanta. It seems that adult beverages cannot be sold on Sunday until 12:30 in the afternoon. Holy crap, that certainly mucked up my craving for a healthy and well balanced brunch.

Our server gave me a pep talk, "Hang in there Honey, it's getting close to time."

My bride is not a fan of oysters on the half shell ever since she found out that they are still alive when shucked and served, so instead she chose the Triple Grilled Cheese sandwich with Monterrey jack, Swiss, cheddar, bacon, tomato, and a side of crispy tater tots. That sandwich was just dripping with cheese and flavor.


Our dining experience at the Steamhouse Lounge came with a Happy Ending. Along with my Happy Ending I enjoyed a bowl of really delicious steamed mussels with a heavenly broth and bread for sopping.



The Steamhouse Lounge is not fancy, but it is a real down to Earth find in Midtown Atlanta.

Several medicinal beers and the food came to $51.37. We tacked on an additional 20% for good service.

Steamhouse Lounge on Urbanspoon


Epicurean Song Of The South

We heard Atlanta's song and we answered her siren call. We flew up to this Queen of the South for dinner this past weekend. Actually, two dinners and a lunch, but first things first.

We arrived at our hotel in Midtown in enough time to get checked in, refreshed, and medicated in the hotel bar before walking a couple of blocks to our first dinner destination, the South City Kitchen, 1144 Crescent Avenue. We arrived on the dot for our 6:30 reservations. I was turned on to this bastion of innovative Southern cooking by Georgia blogger Rebekah who quoted, "Dining the Way the South Intended." She was so right.

My bride, the Belle of Ballast Point, and I were met at the door by a gracious and charming hostess who guided us to our table in what appeared to have once been someone's stately home. There is indoor and outdoor seating, and an upstairs dining area.  The outdoor area was enclosed in sheets of polyurethane to keep out the cold winter winds. This would be an ideal spot to enjoy a fabulous Southern feast - in May or June, or whenever it isn't freezing outside. What can I say, we are a couple of weather wimps from Tampa.

Katy was our server for the evening and she only made our visit that much more enjoyable. Service was prompt, efficient, friendly, and helpful - especially when we couldn't make up our minds. There were so many delights to be had, it was hard not to say, "We want it all!"

To begin our feast we requested a bottle of Au Bon Climat, Pinot Gris, Santa Barbera, CA ’09. This was a well balanced, nicely textured, brightly fruity wine that paired well with everything we ordered. Another "atta girl" for Katy.

Even before departing Tampa I knew that I had to have the Smoked Pork Belly with collard green kimchi, toasted benne seed, orange-Tupelo honey. That belly must have been sent down from porcine heaven, and if your taste buds tingle when confronted with kimchi, you will love this collard green version.
 

I grow collards in my home garden and I can only hope to be able to replicate the piquancy, tempered by the honey, that I tasted in this recipe.

My bride succumbed to the lure of the wild, the Seared Wild Tennessee Catfish with a Georgia apple slaw, and Mississippi comeback sauce. This was another perfectly prepared dish with a bit of a kick that was toned down to enjoyable levels with the apple slaw.


Moving on to the Skillet, Grill & Sauté section of the menu, we chose our main dishes for this Southern dining adventure. For her, the Braised Meyer Natural Angus Short Rib with celery root potatoes, cipollini, and Brussels sprout slaw. This dish was so tender and tasty it pert near brought tears of joy to our eyes.



I am a fool for aquatic fowl cooked to a medium rare, so that is what I requested, and that is what I got - the Pan Roasted Duck Breast with duck fat-crushed fingerling potatoes, mustard greens, pickled banana peppers, sweet garlic jus. The duck was perfect, and the spiciness of the mustard greens was tamed by the sweet garlic jus.


Like we really needed more food - well, I didn't, but unlike my bride, I don't have a dessert stomach (something I am told all women possess). To round out her evening, the Signature Individual Pecan Pie with buttermilk caramel and vanilla ice cream. From the moans of ecstasy coming from her side of the table I can only assume that gastronomic nirvana was attained.


I can only wish that we had a kitchen like the South City Kitchen in Tampa.

Our bill came to $173.88 and included two bottles of wine. We brought most of the second bottle back to our room for a late night drinkie-pooh. We also tacked on a well deserved 20% for Katy.

South City Kitchen Midtown on Urbanspoon
South City Kitchen on Foodio54

Monday, March 25, 2013

Two Flew North

My bride and I flew up to Atlanta for dinner this weekend and our first food stop was right here in Tampa at First Flight - A Wine Bar By Mise en Place at Tampa International Airport. TIA has added a number of new food venues and First Flight was number one on our list.


At First Flight you will find bar seating as well as very comfortable table seating. We chose to plant our derrieres at a table. Steve, on the left in the photo, was our very knowledgeable and helpful server who guided our choices for food and wine.

Actually, for me it was a beer, and even though it was just a tad past eleven in the morning I should mention that beer isn't just for breakfast. My traveling companion, the Belle of Ballast Point, chose a glass of Pazo de Gallegos, a Spanish Albarino with peach and flower accents - a medium light, fun with food wine.

For my small plate I chose the Harissa poached shrimp cocktail with preserved lemon cocktail sauce. The shrimp were perfectly poached and paired beautifully with the preserved lemon sauce - tart and tangy, and orgasmically good.


My bride and I shared a charcuterie flight, The Full Flight, with Jamon Serrano, Duck Rillettes, Coppa, Salami, and Sopressata. This plate also included a cheese of the chef's choice. This plate was served with cornishons, olives, a sprightly grainy mustard, rhubarb chutney, and crostini.


This First Flight made the second flight to Atlanta most pleasant. We were both very impressed with the food, the wine, and the service. Our tab came to $52.95, and we tacked on a well deserved 20% for Steve.

First Flight - A Wine Bar By Mise En Place on Urbanspoon

First Flight - A Wine Bar By Mise En Place on Foodio54

Friday, March 22, 2013

An Italian Treat In West Tampa

What a surprising and delicious Italian treat for not only our taste buds, but also our pocketbook - Montauro Ristorante, 2501 W. Tampa Bay Boulevard. This is a fantastic Mom and Pop kind of place with a clean, but Spartan interior.

We dined at Montauro's tonight, arriving a little past the 5 o'clock start of the dinner hour. Cindy, our vivacious server, invited us to sit where we felt most comfortable. So we did. There was only one other table that was occupied - two couples who were enjoying glasses of wine.

It was most fortunate that I had seen on-line that Montauro does not serve beer or wine, but patrons are welcome to bring their own. We did bring our own - a delightful bottle of Chianti that I had purchased a day ago for $29 from Publix. The reason for mentioning the price shall be revealed shortly.

When Cindy presented menus she also brought two wine glasses and a cork screw. Bless her sweet heart, she uncorked and poured the wine for us. Take note - there was no corkage fee. How refreshing!

Moments later, Cindy delivered to our table a basket of fresh bread with a bowl of marinara dipping sauce. The bread had a nice crust and a soft center. The dipping sauce was very tasty. It was hard to refrain from scarfing down the entire basket of bread and the sauce, but it was a wise decision on our part to control our urges.


Next to arrive at our table was the house salad. Ho hum, you might snark, but take a look at this hummer.


The salad with a subtle vinaigrette came with a breaded veal cutlet. Holy moly, Batman, that could have been a meal in itself. We boxed some and brought it home. We had to because the main course was on its way.

For my bride, the Stuffed Shells with a creamy cheesy center and couple of meatballs added for good measure.



This huge plate of food was packed with flavor and was a real palate pleaser.

The Friday special at Montauro is the Pasta with Marinara Sauce and Shredded Blue Crab. I had to have some of that!


This was a luscious dish loaded with crabby flavor. I was able to clean my plate, but just barely. That was a lot of food.

Neither of us had room for dessert, but my bride did request a Tiramisu to go. It didn't survive the trip real well, but it still tasted great.

 
Montauro Ristaurante is far from haute Italian cuisine, but the food is really good and oh so filling, probably like what would be served in an Italian home. We have spent way more at other Italian eateries and have received way less in quality and quantity of food, and service.

Our total Montauro bill came to a whopping $29. Now that is what I call a value meal. We left a $10 gratuity for Cindy - just because.

Montauro Ristorante on Urbanspoon Montauro Restaurante on Foodio54

Thursday, March 21, 2013

He Went Home

Better late than never, they say, but the world lost a spectacular entertainer earlier this month. Alvin Lee, the guitarist and singer for blues-rock band Ten Years After, died March sixth due to complications from surgery. He was 68.

A statement on his official site broke the tragic news: "With great sadness we have to announce that Alvin unexpectedly passed away [the morning of March 6] after unforseen complications following a routine surgical procedure. We have lost a wonderful, much loved father and companion. The world has lost a truly great and gifted [musician]."

Born in Nottingham, England, Lee was best known for his incredible performance of "I'm Going Home" at the inaugural Woodstock festival.



I have been a fan of Alvin and Ten Years After since 1969. Whether I am beered up, smoked up, tripping, or straight Alvin and the boys have always gotten my feet to tapping and my air drums to beating.

Yes, Alvin Lee is missed.

Short Ode To The Hot Potato

Michael Rosen performs his poem titled Hot Food, but it is really about the potato.



Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Honey, Shall We Dine In Tonight?

I have, of late, been perusing other people's food blogs hoping to find helpful hints on how to present a few of my recipes that the Belle of Ballast Point has said were superior to some restaurant fare we have had over the last year or two. I am getting to be quite the chef de cuisine in the Ballast Point kitchen.

And then...I repeat, and then I discovered this most delightful idea for dinner tonight:


I rushed out to Publix, where shopping is an adventure, and bought a couple cans of beans, a package of weenies, and a can of Hersey's chocolate (the women folk really dig chocolate) - we already have bananas and whipped cream for dessert. The Belle is in for a gastronosmic treat - I bet.

I might ought to have skipped the weenies.


Ten Years After And I'm Still Not Ready

At a Dixie Chicks concert in London on the eve of the Iraq war in 2003, singer Natalie Maines told the crowd she was "ashamed" that Mr. Bush came from her home state, Texas. The Chicks were banned from many US radio stations and received death threats after making their controversial comments.

At the Grammy ceremony four years later, their single Not Ready to Make Nice - including lyrics like "I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell" - was named song of the year and record of the year. It also picked up best country performance by a duo or group.

Their haul was completed by best album as well as best country album for Taking The Long Way.

"That's interesting," Maines said on accepting one award. "Well, to quote the great Simpsons: 'Heh-heh.'"

Bandmate Emily Robison added: "We wouldn't have done this album without everything we went through, so we have no regrets.

I agree with Natalie, and like her I am not ready to forgive and forget. Over a hundred thousand human lives were lost in that damn unfunded Bush vanity war, and Bush still is a free man. That makes me mad as hell. He, Cheney, and their co-conspirators need to stand trial for crimes against humanity.

Until they do, I will remain mad as hell.

(Special thanks to Ybor Stogie for the reminder and the story idea)



Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Ten Years Ago Today


The Iraq War began 10 years ago today.

You can support veterans who continue to bear the physical and psychological wounds from their service in Iraq. Please consider contributing to the Wounded Warrior Project—one of the groups helping those who served: http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org.

The 2003 invasion of Iraq lasted from 19 March 2003 to 1 May 2003, and signaled the start of the conflict that later came to be known as the Iraq War, which was dubbed Operation Iraqi Freedom by the United States.

In addition to close to two hundred thousand dead human beings, we are still plagued with a 2.2 trillion dollar debt that the Republicans want to take out of our hides - so "their" children and grandchildren won't inherit a crushing debt of their making.

One last thought: Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice, and their pushers need to stand trail for war crimes.

I'm feeling vengeful today.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Seared On The Beach

Nay, nay, we're not talking about getting our buns burned to a crisp by the sun. Any searing going here is courtesy of the Seared 1200 Chophouse at 5007 Gulf Boulevard on St. Pete Beach. Never heard of the 1200? It's a relatively new dining establishment occupying the space vacated by the old Patrick's.

The Belle of Ballast Point and I decided to brave the traffic and pay the chophouse a visit yesterday afternoon. This 48 seat restaurant doesn't take reservations and does open at five, so we decided to be there when the doors flew open. We misjudged traffic and arrived a bit before the appointed hour while the staff was still setting up.

In spite of this early arrival we were invited to go inside or sit outside and make ourselves comfortable. Someone, we were told, would be right with us. How refreshing was that? We felt like we were welcome customers instead of an annoyance.

There is a deck out front, but it is a bit close to the road and Gulf Boulevard can get a tad noisy. We chose to sit inside. The inside is open to the outside on three sides, so we were still able to enjoy the gentle sea breezes. Even though the staff was bustling to get ready for the hoards, they were very accommodating to us and a few other patrons that followed us in.

It was good that we arrived around five, because the table seats and the bar seats began filling rapidly. By six there was a crowd forming outside awaiting a vacant table.

Richard was our very charming and efficient server for the evening, and even with the building crowd we never felt rushed. Richard patiently answered any questions we had about the menu choices and made recommendations for food and wine. In a Laura Reiley review in the Times last Wednesday, the servers only got two stars. Richard and some of the other servers we observed certainly deserved way more than a measly two stars. But that's just us. And, Richard, you are welcome.

Now then, on to the comestibles.

We started with a couple of glasses of pre-decision making wine, the Loosen Riesling for me and the Gougenhiem Malbec for my bride.

I was torn between an appetizer special of bacon wrapped scallops on the chalk board or the mussels on the menu. The mussel preparation can vary from day to day, and tonight they were prepared with a savory broth accented with diced andouille sausage, and sprinkled with grated Parmesan.


The accompanying toasts were an absolute necessity in sopping up that delicious broth. I did have to mention to Richard that seven of the mussels failed to open. I do not believe that was due to anything but under cooking - something the chef needs to be mindful of in the future.

My bride eschewed an appetizer. For her the 'appetizer' is something she orders at the end of the meal and most often involves chocolate.

We were both presented with the 'included' salad, otherwise known as the house salad.


The Belle and I agreed that this was one of the best house salads we had ever been served; fresh greens, with toasted walnuts, craisins, goat cheese, and a really tangy balsamic vinaigrette. The dinner rolls that came along with the salads were warm and soft. You almost wanted to cuddle with one - almost.

For her entrée my bride chose the Filet Mignon cooked to the requested medium temperature and served with a creamy Gorgonzola sauce along with a fully loaded baked potato, and a grilled tomato with a green topping neither of us could identify.


She swooned over that tater, and I agreed with her that the Filet was excellent - tender, and oh so juicy.

Again I was torn between the Steak Au Poivre and the Angus Rib Eye. Richard said that the rib eye was his personal favorite, so I made that my choice even after discovering that it was sans bone. I love to gnaw on the bone, but that was not to be. Oh, well!



My rib eye was very flavorful, though a little chewy in places. It was cooked to a perfect medium rare and came with a large bowl of spinach - maybe too much spinach. I couldn't finish it all, but it was good - and, healthful.

To wash down all of this really tasty food, we enjoyed a bottle of Graham Beck Cabernet - another spot on recommendation from Richard.

Neither of us had room for dessert, but the love of my life did get a cheesecake topped with raspberries and surrounded by little squirts of whipped cream to go.


This yummy dessert made it home only slightly worse for the trip.

Dinner with wine, dessert, and a well earned gratuity for Richard came to $169.43.

The Seared 1200 Chophouse may not be the epitome of fine beach dining, but it definitely deserves a visit.

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Seared 1200 Chophouse on Foodio54