We went overboard. We ordered damn near 2/3 of the tapas menu (including -- so random -- lamb sliders); naan bread with spreads; 12 oysters and 12 poached prawns, the Alaskan king crab; the smelt fries; the Seablue salad (with Serrano ham); the black truffle macaroni dish; and four desserts -- to say nothing of the champagne and port we drank, and whatever I forgot. (It pays to go during happy hour, peeps.)
I was apprehensive about the oysters. I'd never had them before and everything about them -- and the places they're usually served -- seemed sketchy. (I am nothing if a cautious eater.) But with some coaching and some fancy condiments, I downed about four of them without grimacing. I think having them first at Seablue put me at ease, but it also spoiled me, as I can't imagine them being this palatable at the next place I dare eat them.
My favorite was the king crab, which needed nothing added to it. Just the most flavorful and appetizing crab meat I've ever consumed. That macaroni dish was something else, too. The consistency of the pasta is almost as good as it is at Scarpetta.
Nothing sucked. Nothing came even close to sucking. One of the best meals ever. Michael Mina, I am smitten.