The Atlantic is mind-blowingly awesome.
Do you remember that really great night you had when you were younger? Things were going really well for you. You'd smoked a bit and had a few beers and your favourite band was playing an endless version of your favourite song. It felt like the whole world was riding on the same wonderous wavelength. Well, that's what it feels like to have dinner at the Atlantic.
You know you're at a great restaurant when the diners at every table are openly sharing gasps of delight with every dish's arrival. Experiencing greatness is a collective experience. And at Atlantic, greatness abounds.
A salad of flowers and nuts is wonderfully unique and delicious. Tacos with corn smut (google it) are the best tacos ever. Pasta is perfect. Halibut is divine. Everything is fresh, inviting, inventive and perfectly executed. The chef plays the role of conduit more so than creator. Mother Nature is never upstaged. Each dish is homage.
Even our waitress projected the same vibe. Like everything else at the Atlantic, she was delightful and beautiful in a way that suggested humility, honesty and a kind of centeredness. I think Buddha and Christ would really enjoy sharing a meal here.
Thank you, Yelpers, for guiding us here.