The Sportsman, Seasalter

Posted by Krista on August 30, 2013

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What is beautiful, really? Sure, I like a scene sometimes. Chandeliers lit low, champagne by the bucketful, vaguely electronic music bleeping somewhere and an escorted walk to the ladies. But I like a lack of scene equally so. I like a sun-dappled table, a cheerful barman, a restaurant full of equally cheerful waitstaff, and good butter. Yes, I like good butter. Butter so good that your friend asks for it to be wrapped up so we can take it home.

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Did I mention I like oysters? How about oysters WITH CAVIAR? So surprising and you are so not paying attention that you assume, from a distance, that there’s a blackberry there, on your oyster. There are oysters with chorizo too. Oysters with hot chorizo! Perfection.

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The best of smoked mackerel with gooseberry jelly and horseradish. It could end here and you could leave happily. Trust me.

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But you keep going, you persevere. To the hake filet with vegetable pistou and MUSSELS. Do you understand that I like seafood? A LOT. I am happy. Very happy. The sun is setting and the air is coming in through the windows from the sea. I use the word mansplain during dinner — that was probably a mistake — but otherwise, this is quite a fine meal with quite fine company and I am the happiest of happies as I leave The Sportsman, hoping with hope that this is not the first and last time, that there will be many times.

The Verdict: Dear darlings, go.

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