Oh.My.GAWD.
I'm an admitted bivalve phreaque, so having oysters will guarantee that I'll at least give you a try. These folks have some phreaque-in' OYSTERS. Heck, they grow their own, and they are succulent, salty, slippery nuggets of pure perfection.
But then they have to go and serve stuff like Barcat oyster chowder, and fluke ceviche, and ... well, here's the full rundown:
Started with 2 dozen oysters (no, I was *not* dining a seule!), did two 1-dozen flights of a mix of the three types of oysters they had today, ranging from light and sweet to savory-salty. Served with fresh horseradish and mignonette - perfection.
With these, I had a Spanish, which is a gin'n'tonic with enticing ruffles and flourishes: licorice root, juniper berries, and orange peel.
Next up: Barcat chowdah. Bacon, oysters, potatoes, creamy/oyster-liquored brothiness. Need I say more? (If you said yes, you're crazy, or have no soul whatsodamnever.)
We moved on to fluke ceviche - which included blood oranges, and a seasoning mix that was stellar in its diversity and palate impact - and a smoked Scottish salmon trout plate with beets, castelvetrano olives, creme fraiche, and Grinnel caviar. All either of us could say, in between groans of gustatory pleasure, was "holy merde!" and "shut the front door!" (those comments are bowdlerized in case kids are watching)
Were we done? Oh, hellz no. Our final course was a dish they tagged Oysters and Pearls - six of their lovely bivalves topped with nori granita and trout caviar. This was the most amazing explosion of flavor I've had in many a meal: the briny oyster, the sweet-and-salty nori seaweed infused shaved ice, the beautiful little pearls of orange trout caviar. Along with that, we had their mixed-lettuces salad, which included some shaved fennel and apples, some shavings of a great Pennsylvania cheese called 5 Spoke Tumbleweed, all lightly dressed with a sherry vinaigrette. And Billy Bread croutons.
OH.MY.GAWD.
We tried their prosecco on tap, as well as the Muscadet and Savignon Blanc/Savignon Gris blend they have by the glass. Prosecco was good, the wines were better.
Only quibble in the whole meal? The potato chunks in the chowder were large enough that they held too much heat. We think they could be cut in half. Seriously, that's it.
I have to mention the service, which was prime. Personal, personable, knowledgeable, everything that's needed for a great restaurant experience.
As we walked back down Grace St. in the afterglow, my lunch partner said that it was the best lunch he'd had since he'd lunched at Taillevant in Paris almost 10 years ago.
That's a thing.
This is now, IMO, the destination restaurant of River City. And that's saying something, 'cause we got some FOOD in this town, people. read more