Yeah, i'm a bit biased. Â i knew our waiter from his previous employ at the restaurant where i currently work. Â so his service and anticipation ='d excellence, being familiar on some level with our tastes in wine and food. Â but boy. Â the wall of windows and ceiling of clouds blew me away. Â the crannies in the wall dug out for wine bottles resembled a climbing wall of drunken delights. Â
first course...banana and blue crab spring rolls with curried coconut and tuna tataki. Â banana! Â with crab! Â perfect. Â ridiculous. Â the curry added some heat (for me, hot spice = boner) and textured the mushy sweet fruit along with the buttery crab meat. Â my friend ordered a nice bottle of zinfandel, porque no?, which didn't overpower the sweet and spice during the first round.
entree...i went with the special, seared tuna with crab au gratin, with a thai chili spice couscous, sweet and sour cabbage and mango buerre blanc. Â the couscous. Â i could've eaten this alone and been stoked. Â the mouthfeel was a cross between astronaut ice cream (those "futuristic" little balls you get at depressing kiosks in the edison mall, an observation made by my brilliant and muscular friend matt s.) with the al dente resistance of gnocchi. Â bizarre and barely making sense? Â this is what came to mind. Â i like to mix everything on my plate together because i'm such a wild guy who likes a party in his mouth, and listen. Â cabbage and tuna and crab and cousdoublecous is spring break. Â and st. patrick's day. Â with the drinking. Â because of the wine, you see. Â by dinner, we were on our second bottle, some robert pecota merlot, surprisingly sturdy after the zin. Â
dessert. Â goat cheese and blueberry panna cotta. Â i was hoping for something a little sweeter (some bites tasted like i bit off a chunk of chevre with some fruit mixed in), but overall, interesting and tasty. Â
throughout, our service was dead-on. Â never a half-empty glass or unfolded napkin to distract from the experience. Â take your mom here. Â a friend from out of town. Â a date. Â it doesn't feel like fort myers.