Pisco eats at Coastal Kitchen every once in a while; usually for their brunches, which are hearty and accompanied by well-crafted espresso drinks. Dinner is often hit or miss, perhaps because every few months they throw darts at a globe and feature that region’s cuisine. [What was it this time? Morocco? Tunisia? Pisco only recalls merguez on the menu.] This often works well but it can be a little unpredictable. This from some who loves unpredictability…
But tonight Pisco and K dropped by for dinner; a quiet night where sitting at the bar yielded a perfect view of the kitchen crew executing orders in a jovial yet professional fashion. We had one burger and one breakfast. For dinner. Yes, breakfast.
The burger was excellent. Rare, topped with bleu cheese and slices of avocado; this was a configuration previously unknown to my tastebuds. How could this have been? The creamy avocado was a lovely counterpoint to the salty bleu; the grass-fed beef was spot-on rare, and appropriately sized. (Thank you, CK, for not subscribing to the “Too Big To Fail” burger philosophy.) The fries were nothing to write home about, and so we shan’t.
The breakfast was equally enjoyable. Three eggs over easy, three fatty sausage links, two grilled thick-cut slices of toast, and a lightly cheesed pile of hash browns (or was it mashed potatoes? A mystery in the bar’s low lights) was enough for two diners, and we didn’t even make a dent in the potatoes.
Professional, low-key service was just right for this tranquil Thursday night. Well done, Coastal Kitchen. Pisco salutes you.
