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Solo Italiano – Northern Italy by the Sea

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Solo Italiano is the new restaurant at 100 Commercial St. Though the location never seems to hold a business for very long, it is still leased by the same individual who had it for the previous eatery. With a new chef and new fare – that of Northern Italy – I thought it might be an interesting addition to the Portland food scene. We made reservations for the day after it opened with the understanding that everything might not be perfect quite yet. That didn’t matter to me; I just wanted to catch a peek at what was in store for future visitors.

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I noted in my initial view of the restaurant that it hadn’t changed much. The layout was essentially the same. I couldn’t recall every detail from the last time I was there, so I’m sure there were some differences, but the overall flow and ambiance was near that of what I remembered. Although there were a couple parties in front of us for seating, we were taken to our table pretty quickly. We were guided to the far end of the room which is the same area I’ve sat in every time I’ve been to that location in the past 15 years.

With food, wine, and cocktail menus laid out in front of us, we were poured what I’m certain are the largest glasses of water offered in Portland. No one would go thirsty that night as a single pour was nearly the volume of a small manmade pond. As I looked for an additional drink to quench my thirst, I immediately happened upon one that caught my eye for its strange ingredient combo – the Melisandre – vodka, straga, lemon, marjoram, red pepper syrup.  I didn’t know what to expect from it other than something different from what I normally drink, so it seemed like a winner. My wife went with the Elena Walch Chardonnay.

Turning to the food menu, it appeared the titles and food names were in Italian; at least I assumed so because I couldn’t read them. Fortunately, the descriptions were in English, so I focused on those. As I dug deep into the choices, I didn’t see too many starter types that piqued my interest. However, one of the salads did. My wife also liked the look of that one, so we agreed to share. We continued to ponder our options for entrees and soon our drinks came out. By then we were ready to order. We started with the salad – Misticanza di Campa con Pecorino – mixed farm salad greens and chicories, shaved pecorino, dressed with evoo, rosemary, and balsamic vinegar. She went with the Pansotti alle Noci – tortellini filled with ricotta, walnuts, spinach, chard, kale, and borage served with walnut pesto – and I ordered the Orata alla Ligure e Zucchini – whole dorade royale cooked in parchment paper, zucchini, tomato, parsley, white wine, evoo, and taggiasche olive. Though I had never ordered an entire fish as it sounded like a lot of work, I thought it would be a nice change of pace to get a little outside of my comfort zone.

Food orders on the way to the kitchen, it was time to hit the punch bowl. The orange liquid had an unusual smell, but I was excited to try it anyway. I took a little nip and the first thing that hit me was tomato. Tomato? It even surprised me. The mixers had a bit of acidic tomato-y notes, primarily from the orange flavored straga and the red pepper syrup melding together, I surmised. Still, I sort of liked the new age Frankenstein’s monster of a concoction I was downing and I was able to separate the flavors in my mouth after my initial impression. Unfortunately, my wife wasn’t sold on her wine and felt it had a different body than most chardonnays she was used to, perhaps because it wasn’t aged in wood as chards often are.

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Our salad came out and each of us was presented with our own plate. We looked at each other hoping that they were halfs because we had ordered only one to share and they were quite small if each were full size. Before we could try it, we also received some pieces of foccacia and rustic bread. I pushed the bread aside momentarily and started in on the rabbit food. I took an oversized bite and immediately loved it. Sure it was fresh, but the simplistic, light vinegar dressing with a perfect touch of herb was just enough to enhance the salad without overwhelming it. That wasn’t all it offered as the pecorino added even more great flavor, but again, didn’t distract from any other part of the luscious leaf layout.

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Salad kept my left hand occupied while my right interspersed bread bites in between chomping on the gorgeous greenery. It was an excellent mixture to start the meal. As we finished with those and relaxed before our main courses came out, we listened to the alt rock playing throughout the restaurant – an unlikely choice of music for an Italian joint. We bobbed our heads to the rhythm of the tunes and looked forward to what was in store for us in the coming minutes.

When our food arrived, I did indeed have an entire fish wrapped in parchment paper staring at me out of its left eye. I had been warned ahead of time that I should expect lots of bones and would have to eat around them. I plunged my fork into the fish just below the head and procured a meaty mass of flesh. As soon as I bit down, I felt them bones and had to pluck a few out of my mouth. Once I did that I was able to enjoy the taste of the soundly sleeping swimmer. As with the salad previously, the white fish was not overly complex, but very tasty as it truly took on the flavors of the white wine and olive oil. Certainly, of all categories of food, seafood needs the least manipulation to produce excellent flavor and this fish was no exception with solid, but somewhat subtle qualities. The accompanying vegetables also benefited from the white wine and olive oil flavorizing.

As my wife dug into her tortellini, she expressed disappointment, not with the taste, but with the quantity as there were only five on her plate and no sides of any sort. We both continued pressing on however, and I eventually got to the point where I was able to mostly disconnect the meat of my fish from its bones. Mouthfuls of fish and the occasional veggie kept me occupied for a while after Mrs. Portlaneater had finished her pasta pieces.

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Once our mains were done, my wife was still hungry, so we were sold on dessert before it was even offered to us. When it did come time to pick, we decided on the cannoli. I was excited for the little rolls of sweet dairy joy as it had been quite a while since I last ate some. We were presented with two of the handsome little fellows with filling bursting out of them, a chocolate zigzag, and some cherry juice/sauce on top. I pulled one my way and my wife took on the other as we both dug in at the same time. They were excellent examples of the sweet thang with a hearty, rich flavor and a great addition of the fruity cherry glaze on top. We ate those without delay and were ready to head out.

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The end of the meal brought a post-tip tab of about $110. The food was quite good and the salad ended up being a single serving as we had expected and hoped. The splitting of it was good customer service and overall, the service was pretty solid for a restaurant that was on its second day. The only issues with Solo were the main courses. While we had no complaints about the taste, my wife’s dish was $18 for only five tortellini and nothing else. It needed more. My dish, at $26, was more reasonable, but in retrospect, I think the addition of some parslied potatoes or a small pile of linguine or angel hair pasta would have been nice even if it added an extra buck. Check out Solo Italiano and let me know what you think. Their flavors are on point and made us happy, but maybe they could add a little to their plates and make future customers even happier.

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David’s 388 – South Portland Sustenance

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A recent trip to David’s 388 in South Portland was my third venture into the David’s series of establishments. The Cottage Rd. eatery definitely qualifies as a neighborhood restaurant and sits nestled on a cute little corner which leads to one of Maine’s great beaches. Since it’s a tad outside of downtown Portland, the vicinity is quieter than most locations I usually visit, but 388 itself often seems to be packed full of patrons who love the place. After occasional calls for a reservation over the past months, we finally were able to get in at a time that worked for us and headed there on a cool spring Saturday night.

We arrived at the restaurant five minutes early and were immediately seated. With waters and menus provided right away, we started looking for a perfect South Portland drink to order. I decided mine would be the Cape Elizabeth – a slightly less masculine version of a Cape Cod with pomegranate vodka, lime juice, and cranberry juice on the rocks. The lil miss settled on a Terra Noble Sauvignon Blanc from Chile which she felt would quench her thirst. With drink orders on the tip of our tongues, we hoped for someone to come by to take them as staff repeatedly passed us without stopping at our table.

While we continued to wait, we discussed food. Consisting of small plates, starters, salads, and entrees, the menu wasn’t huge, but still offered a reasonable selection for any taste. I needed to try at least a couple items and saw several that caused me to raise an eyebrow with interest. Mrs. Portlandeater made her final decision, skipping over entrees and going with two items I had considered. She first chose the Fresh Chips – truffle oil, kosher salt, fresh pepper – and then the Lobster Bisque – lobster meat, sherry cream. I went with the Bacon Mac and Cheese – torchio pasta, aged cheddar, smoked bacon – and Pistachio Crusted Scallops – risotto cake, roasted green beans and almonds, arugula pesto.

The wait for someone to visit us became quite long. We had completely figured out our meals and then some more time passed as my wife’s face changed slowly from happy to not at all happy and then to downright resentful. A full 15 minutes after we sat, a waitress finally came over, embarrassed and mentioning something about a miscommunication. We awkwardly placed our beverage order and looked forward to eventually adding the food we had already sorted out.

Fortunately, our server delivered drinks in record time and simultaneously asked if we had any questions about the menu. We responded with a “no, we’re completely ready to order”. We happily placed our food orders with my wife using her two items as a main course. We went back to waiting, but at least had some drinks in hand. I happily tried mine from the glowing glass in front of me. Though it wasn’t a pomegranate martini, it was along those lines with a similar fruity sweetness and a taste that would make a bachelorette party dance all night to Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies”. It was really good and the lime gave a bit of a sour touch to the sweet pom and cran combo.

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Before long, the mac and cheese made its debut on our table. The torchio pasta – shaped somewhat like a torch – was the perfect catcher’s mitt for the cheese and bacon bonanza I saw in front of me. I noted numerous bits of bacon and plenty of creamy cheese as I stuffed a forkful into my face. The dairy dressing and smokey sister of sausage segments gave me everything I hoped for, delivering a cheese coating to my mouth as the precious pig followed with a smoke seasoning that said “this dish was put here by a higher power”. I continued to dig in to the decadent deliciousness as my wife watched from her pork-free perch across the table.

After working my pasta for a bit, we were pleased to receive some bread sticks with garlic,  parmesan, and rosemary. Not only were they excellent on their own, but a dip into the cheese from my mac revealed a stellar combination. I stayed focused on my completely unreasonable carbohydrate consumption and finished my pasta and half of the bread. When the waitress came over to ask if we wanted more, I felt it was prudent to turn down the offer. After all, I didn’t want to be too full for the rest of my meal.

In keeping with the quick turnaround time of our food, I was hardly done with my starter before the rest came out.  The risotto cake, scallops, and beans all sat on top of a smattering of pesto. My wife’s food looked as you might expect with a standard bowl of bisque and a bowl of potato chips. I quickly dug in to try the scallops. Both scallops and pistachios are high on my list of favorite foods so this was a match made in heaven. A taste revealed that the buttery nut laid down additional flavor upon the already delicious sea meat. I tried the scallop with the pesto, but felt the ground green gravy actually distracted from it’s natural essence. I then took a piece of the cake and noted that the risotto was quite mild by comparison. Driving a second slice if it through the pesto I found that to be a great pairing, adding some power to the cake – something the scallops simply didn’t need. The green beans and almonds threw some light, fresh veggies and a crunch into the mix.

Next, I was ready to sample some of my wife’s food. With one chomp of the chips, I was sold. The fresh tater slices gave just a hint of the truffle for a well done standard with just a tiny swerve. A slurp of the bisque produced excellent flavor with solid chunks of lobster and a rich cream flavor that simply melted on the tongue. Once I tried those, I went back to my food and worked on that, loving the cake/pesto marriage and the scallop/nut formula. I ate and ate until it disappeared into the nether regions of my belly. My wife followed suit and offered me the last handful of chips she had. I gladly consumed them.

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After our food was finished, we considered a dessert. With options such as cheesecake with rum caramel sauce and crème brulee, I thought we might come to an agreement on something to share, but in the end, we tempered our gluttony and passed on a sweet something. While we got off to a really slow start to our meal, we were totally done inside of an hour. The rest of the service was exceptionally quick, presumably to make up for the error at the beginning. Of course, it wasn’t ideal to begin our experience that way, but it turned out okay.

Outside of the meal pacing, I really enjoyed David’s 388. I felt the menu itself was well thought out and the food was very solid from start to finish. My heavy starter paved the way for a more subtle, but exceptionally tasty entree that had some great flavor pairings wrapped up into a single dish. My wife’s food was also nice, and though she opted for lighter fare, it was a fanciful duo of snack and soup that saturated the palate with happiness. The meal ran up a tab of about $65 prior to tip. It obviously would have been a little more if she had ordered an entree, but still would have been very reasonable. If you want to get away from the hustle and bustle of Portland for a night and don’t mind a quick hop over the bridge to Southie Po, take a ride to David’s 388 and I think you too will find an exceptionally pleasant experience awaiting you.

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Back Bay Grill – The Grand Re-review

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Shortly after I started this blog a few years ago, I visited Back Bay Grill. It was a disaster. The service wasn’t good, and while I didn’t have any complaints about the food, it was overshadowed by an overall experience that even embarrassed the bartenders serving us that night. Back Bay had long been one of the very most popular restaurants in a city of hundreds of fantastic food purveyors and that fact wasn’t lost on me as the magic of the internet delivered insults and excuses from the restaurant’s fans after I posted my review. It was a little shocking since I’m pretty sure I had more expletives slung at me than I had readers at that point. However, every word I wrote about that evening was true.

Though my first experience at BBG wasn’t stellar, I knew I eventually had to go back and give them another shot. Everyone can have a bad night and I was certain the pristine reputation they’d earned over many years had to be legitimate, at least to some extent, based on the overwhelmingly positive experiences of their customers. I wanted to be part of that too, so when my wife suggested we go back, I was particularly enthusiastic about it. We finally made reservations at the busy Portland St. joint to see if we could erase our last memories of the place and turn them into something more pleasant.

When we got there, we were greeted warmly by the maître d’ and host, our jackets were taken, and we were seated within about three minutes at the far end of the restaurant by the windows. As we sat and began perusing the menus, a waitress came by to offer some water which we gladly accepted. As she left, we discussed what we might want for drinks.The restaurant has a number of specialty cocktails, a bunch of beers, and a seemingly endless, award winning wine list. I decided to go with a BBG Punch – Appleton Rum, Citrus Oleo Saccharum, Pineapple, Grapefruit Bitters. My wife stuck with a sauvignon blanc.

It didn’t take long to get our drinks and shortly after, our waitress came to ask if we had any questions about the food. Not only did we not have questions, but we were ready to order our entire meals. After discussing, we realized we both wanted to order the same foods, so instead of sticking with that, we decided to each order something to share. Mrs. Portlandeater went with Hearts of Romaine – thyme croutons, parmesan, garlic dressing – as a starter and a main course of Mushroom Fettucini – taleggio and roasted garlic creme, roasted mushrooms, arugula, parmesan, truffle oil. I had to get the Maine Crab Cake – pickled Napa cabbage slaw, arugula, smoked paprika aioli. From there, I requested the Sage Marinated Chicken Breast – whipped potatoes, broccolini, crispy parsnip, chicken jus.

As I put on my waiting shoes in anticipation of the food, I tried my drink. It was interesting and quite unique. The sour libation was layered with competing tastes and offered a bit of the unusual. The Oleo Saccharum – simply, lemon oil and sugar – permeated the drink as I also caught a hint of herb from the bitters and only an underlying sweetness from the pineapple. Booze soaked cherries sitting on top added a little extra umph. As we quenched our thirst, we received some warm bread and butter with the BBG logo stamped into it. Fancy!

A complimentary bite came to us before any of the food we ordered as a waiter delivered foie gras and cognac mousse on crostini with pistachio, herb, and strawberry coulis. The tiny bite was pretty good even though I’m not a huge fan of foie gras. The cognac added a nice touch and the pistachio doubled the crunch from the crostini. I’m not sure the strawberry fit well as it was quite sweet, but it didn’t distract too much from the rest of the flavors and it was just a bonus item anyway.

Shortly after the crostini went down the hatch, our appetizers came out. My crab cake was hockey puck shaped, though a smidge thinner. A substantial smear of the aioli and the slaw sat next to it. The layered romaine was topped with the dressing, three lengthy slivers of parm, and a bunch of tiny croutons. I tried the crab puck first. Unlike meatballs and meatloaf which often don’t have enough filler, I find that crab cakes often have too much and lose all the great crab flavor because of it. This beautiful baby was just incredible though. Practically all crab, the lightly breaded crustacean cake fit cleverly with the aioli which gave just a tiny bit of that great smoky paprika heat. The slaw was heavy on the vinegar à la pickles, but delightfully fresh.

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After a couple bites of my app, I started to share with my wife as I took some of the romaine from her. I chopped the crisp lettuce into bites appropriately sized for my unusually large mouth. As I gathered all the flavors into my taste tentacles, I noted a mad rush of strong, core notes. The sizable cheese chunks gave me potent parm while the dressing was really heavy with creamy garlic goodness. The croutons just threw little noise into the party. There was no reinventing the wheel on this one, just upgrading it to handle a drive at warp speed. Between the crab and the romaine, I thought I died and went to heaven. The garden-grown and pond-plucked app combo was food fantasy. We finished it all and waited impatiently for our main courses, quite possibly expecting too much since we were already feeling fed like royalty.

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It probably only took several minutes after our apps were done to get our next course, but it felt like forever. Two pieces of chicken breast – one with a bone – relaxed in a pile of mashed which were in a puddle of jus. The crispy parsnips were placed on top and the broc finished the plate.  I sliced a mouthful of the bird and went to work. Oh my! The tender meat was housed in a well-marinated, outer shell and contained an unbelievable amount of sage-laced savory salivation inspiration. I eat a lot of chicken breast and I can honestly say that BBG served one of the best I ever had. It was absolutely outstanding. Another slice of it with the jus proved even better as the strong chicken gravy upped the ante on the herby, aromatic poultry plate. The potatoes were like butter clouds and paired well with the parsnips to add a bit of crunch, while the broccolini was crisp and butter braised.

After a few nuggets of our own meals, we again tried each other’s food. My wife felt the fettucini wasn’t as flavor heavy as the rest of the food we had and that was true, but the pasta was very fresh and the mushrooms were plentiful, providing a solid and central taste to the dish. The cheese and garlic occasionally provided a punch, but overall were mild throughout the plate. I was neutral about the inclusion of arugula, though it did provide some color which added to the presentation. While it wasn’t bursting with flavor like the chicken, it was still another wonderfully put together item with multiple flavors which worked together very well.

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Not in any hurry to rush out, we took our time and enjoyed our meal, eventually finishing everything in front of us. I wasn’t too full for dessert if something that struck my interest was available. After a review of the menu, we decided to share White Chocolate Ice Cream, Chocolate Sauce, Chocolate Spaghetti. It seemed like a reasonable finish to our night and sounded suitable to my tastes. When it came, the ice cream was topped with the sauce and wore a wig of the spaghetti. I might be splitting hairs here, but I believe it was actually chocolate linguine. Either way, it didn’t matter as I dug in to see what the grand finale was going to give. It turned out to be a lesson in masterful simplicity as the very accessible ice cream was given a choco-buzz by the sauce with the curious coco spaghetti/linguini adding a bit of texture up front. There was nothing in particular that stood out, but everything together did as we dove deep into the delicious dessert.

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Post triple chocolate treat, we received some complimentary Gran Manier, white chocolate, toasted coconut truffles. They were as soft as snow and as tasty you might imagine with a body of white chocolate and a good bit of coconut on the outside. Even though they were quite sweet, they weren’t overly so, and another white chocolate taste was just fine with me. After those spectacular little tidbits were done I most definitely had all the sweet stuff I wanted that evening. We asked for the bill as we were ready to make our way home, full of food and drink.

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Our final tab came to about $130 after tip. I think it would be accurate to say that Back Bay Grill’s food was WOW-worthy and the service this time around was what I expected it to be – just brilliant. Now I see the reason why they are a well respected leader in the ever-growing, ever-outstanding food world that Portland offers – because they do pretty much everything right. The atmosphere is also relaxed and appropriate for both a chill, romantic dinner or a slightly more festive “girl’s night out”, as the party sitting next to us seemed to be having. So what more can I say? I guess I should tell you to go there, because they’ve convinced me that they clearly know their way around awesome food and providing a meal that ranks among the very best in the area. Thank you Back Bay Grill for erasing the memory of my first time there. I don’t think it will be three more years before I go back.

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3 Buoys -Baba Buoy, Baba Buoy, Baba Buoy

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One can find seafood at pretty much any Portland restaurant even if it’s only a haddock sandwich, but most of the specialty seafood restaurants reside very close to the water. Not the case with 3 Buoys Seafood Shanty and Grille which makes its home on the corner of Cumberland and Washington in a little shack you might otherwise expect to see nearly falling into the ocean. Even from the outside, the small building drums up thoughts of eating fried clams with great water views. Those views are merely a pipe dream though as the building resides in an ocean of pavement. Still, I had to see what the little place in an odd location was all about.

The restaurant looked pretty much as I expected from the inside; seafarer related items appointed the room. We were able to pick a seat and the waitress brought us menus and let us know the local brews they had on tap that day. I didn’t see any indication that they served wine or liquor, but their bottled beer options sat on a window sill available for viewing. I started to look at the menu and think about whether or not I wanted a drink. I eventually decided against it, but my wife ordered an Angry Orchard cider and we both ordered waters.

As I looked at the meal possibilities, I skipped past the burgers and sandwiches and headed toward the seafood. Chowders, rolls, salads, and plates were all available with some version of sea swimmer on them. I quickly decided that plates, which were served with fries and slaw, were what I really wanted. My wife was also looking at the same area of the menu. We were starting to narrow it down somewhat when we received our drinks. My wife’s cider came in a pint glass and – very much to my surprise – our waters were bottled. I was somewhat taken aback as I can’t remember the last time I ordered a water at a table service and got a bottle. It’s one of the very few items I expect free from a restaurant and certainly would want to know if it wasn’t before ordering.

After the drink delivery, I started my final scroll through the plates and realized that I required either clams or scallops since they’re two of my favorites. The waitress returned and my wife decided on the haddock for $19. Just in the nick of time, I chose the scallops for $28 and went with onion rings instead of fries for an extra buck. We relaxed while our food was made and I went to grab a couple hot sauces that sat along the walls. I figured some spice might be good with the rings.

While we were waiting for our food, I observed the goings-on around me. There were a few tables full and a few still available, but there also seemed to be a pretty steady takeout business occurring. It was difficult to tell exactly what was popular even though the kitchen was open, but I did see one of the cooks flouring a lot of items to fry. I also saw some chowder and burgers walking past us to other tables. After a very reasonable wait, our food appeared to be on its way and it was our turn to try the goods.

When the waitress popped the baskets in front of us, I was a bit shocked. The portion sizes were enormous. A large pile of scallops and a foot of haddock fillet sat there challenging us to consume them. Both tartar sauce and lemon were included too. I hoped it would all be as tasty as it was plentiful, so I hurriedly grabbed a scallop and shot it like a basketball into the hoop that was my mouth. The outer flour breading offered a nice crunch and the scallop was as fresh as the morning dew. It had one issue though – I couldn’t detect any salt. I’m certainly not a saltaholic, and find that most restaurants overdo the salt if anything, but these didn’t seem to have any at all. I noted it and moved on to the onion rings. Those were also fresh, crispy on the outside, and salt-free. In keeping with the pattern, the cole slaw was also without noticeable sodium.

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I tried my wife’s haddock and fries which were exactly like my food and simultaneously heard the waitress responding to a question from another table. I didn’t hear the query, but the response was “those aren’t salted”. I’m not sure what she was referring to specifically, but I grabbed a salt shaker in an act of rebellion, gave a light sprinkle to my scallops and rings, passed on adding it to the slaw in favor of pepper, and retried all the goods. My easy salting fixed the issue completely and the food became quite a delight as I ate some of the meal as-is and dipped some bites in tartar sauce and ketchup.

With more and more trips of my fork to my mouth, I developed an increasing love for the fried fellows. Aside from the previously mentioned issue, they were great. My super-sized seafood supper felt like it was endless as we stuffed our faces until we could stuff no more. I finished all of mine, but was unable to assist my wife who had quite a bit of the delicious devils remaining. We asked for the bill and regretted not being able to bring the rest of the food home since we weren’t going to be around to eat it the next day.

In the aftermath of my meal, the one issue that bothered me were the bottled waters. The two dollars each they added to the tab weren’t life or death, especially with the portion sizes, but it did start the meal with a bad taste in my mouth – figuratively speaking. A request for water should result in a free glass of water or – at the very least – an explanation that only bottled water is available. Now that I’m aware, I’m prepared, but for someone who’s never been there and just prefers water, they should know. I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on the matter.

Aside from my H2O concern, everything at 3 Buoys was really solid. The lack of salt wasn’t a big deal. I’d much rather have food that was undersalted and have to add it than get oversalted food that I can’t correct. Everything was good enough that I never even thought to use my hot sauce. It was also provided in such large quantities that it made the price very fair and satisfied a hungry glutton like myself. I was pleased that the onion rings, which I usually prefer to fries, were only an extra dollar. I tend to find that to be about the right upcharge if one is necessary. Frankly, since their portions are so generous, I think they could add a dollar to all the meals and give the customer a choice without the upcharge. Would I go back? Oh hell yes! If you want seafood, it will be fresh, delicious, and come out by the boatload. Just make sure you’ve got your salt shaker nearby and don’t expect any water views unless it’s raining.

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Anthony Bourdain Coming to Portland – presale code below

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On Sunday October 9th at 6 pm, TV personality/author/chef Anthony Bourdain will be bringing his 2016 North American tour, “The Hunger”, to the Cross Insurance Arena. General ticket sales start Friday May 6th at noon, but if you want to be guaranteed the best seats available, readers of Peterpeterportlandeater.com can purchase tickets at the presale starting Tuesday May 3rd at 10 am through Thursday May 5th using the presale code HUNGRY.

This is a great opportunity to see an internationally recognized mover and shaker in the food world, so get your tickets before they sell out. Hope to see you there!

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http://www.ticketmaster.com/event/0100509207928266? brand=cia&CAMEFROM=CFC_CROSSARENA_MDA_BLOG

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