5/5 Shannon A. 1 year ago on Google
The
night
after
dining
at
Seabird
two
of
us
dreamt
about
the
meal.
Perhaps
dreams
tell
it
better,
as
it
is
hard
to
talk
about
the
food.
It
was
so...
unusual,
like
eating
in
a
new
language.
Usually,
I
enjoy
a
dish
as
a
thing
with
a
name,
but
in
these
plates
each
thing
retains
its
identity,
and
so
it
is
like
eating
an
ecosystem
transformed
by
a
scene
change
into
something
theatrical.
Every
ingredient
seemed
brightly
awake
-
as
if
one
was
eating
it
for
the
first
time.
A
stranglely
compact
dish
of
crab
was
an
explosion
of
taste
-
both
in
the
flavor
and
texture.
My
favorite
dish
(if
one
can
have
such
a
thing)
was
the
Woodfired
Kale
Aspirations
-
which
is
the
essence
of
spring.
I
was
so
taken
by
it
that
I
failed
to
take
a
photograph
and
have
only
a
cropped
corner
of
photo
of
the
dish
half
eaten
-
(It
turns
out,
as
my
son
said
"that
kale
as
dreams
too"
-
in
this
case,
to
be
presented
in
this
dish).
Every
spring,
Kale
flowers
but
as
it
grows
leggy
before
flowering
it
has
these
growing
shoot-like
things
(I
know,
my
garden
kale
is
doing
it
too).
These
are
the
aspirations.
The
dish
presented
the
kale
in
a
light
kale
broth
which
I
cannot
put
my
finger
on
other
than
to
say
it
was
umami
and
made
me
want
to
retreat
to
a
yurt
and
write
poetry.
Also
in
the
broth
were
slices
of
pickled
cherry,
and
floating
on
the
top
were
the
same
cherry
blossoms
that
we
passed
through
like
snow-flurries
on
our
drive
to
the
restaurant.
This
made
the
dish
intensely
present
-
bringing
the
essence
of
this
moment,
the
growing
kale,
the
snowing
cherries
and
the
briny
kelp
oil
of
the
coast
into
an
ecosystem
which
I
could
...
well,
barely
could
(because
of
competition
across
the
table)
eat.
I
drank
the
last
broth
from
the
bowl.
There
were
some
actual
plate
lickings
too.
I
could
go
on
about
many
dishes,
but
this
was
my
favorite.
The
restaurant
is
dark
and
interior
looking,
with
a
clear
view
to
the
oven
and
work
area.
The
staff
were
highly
professsional,
helpful
and
attentive.
When
we
emerged
from
the
restaurant
at
7pm
it
seemed
wrong
that
it
was
still
daylight
-
like
you
have
come
from
a
theatre
that
was
more
real
than
life,
and
are
somewhat
confused
to
find
the
world
unchanged.