Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Blue Spoon

Dinner out Friday night was my first time at Blue Spoon at 89 Congress Street, in Portland's East End.


To start, we ordered a bottle of Notro, a Sangiovese from Argentina ($18) and the Eggplant Dip. The waitress described it as similar to Baba ghanoush, and I guess it was, in that it was made with eggplant... but really this dip stood alone. It was very flavorful and I loved the crispy garlic toast that it came with.


My entree was a half portion of Portugese seafood stew.


It had a tomato based broth that didn't wow me, but it was full of delicious stuff: Maine shrimp, sausage, mussels, spinach, and Fingerling potatoes. And I loved that they offer a half and full portion for many of their entrees. That way I'm allowed to indulge myself without busting my wallet or my gut.

M got a grass-fed burger that he said would have been better if it had been cooked the way he ordered it (rare), rather than the medium that he received.

In the end, M and I opted to finish our bottle of wine for dessert, but there were several tempting options, including flan and sponge cake with lemon curd and rhubarb compote (that two neighboring tables got and looked awesome).

I don't know that we'll be rushing back to Blue Spoon, but we enjoyed ourselves and escaped with a $60 tab (including tip and that bottle of wine, not bad!). Blue Spoon seems to fill the same niche as Local and Bresca, but I would rather revisit one of those two places before I hit up the Spoon again. I am, however, intrigued by their brunch menu, so maybe we'll return on a weekend morning.

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1 comment:

  1. We recently had a nice dinner there. The beet salad and empanada appetizer were both quite good. Swordfish was a B+ -- nicely grilled, but the caper/olive sauce was a bit too salty without a balance of flavor. Our server was attentive. Unfortunately we had the most oblivious patron next to us who took her shoes off at the start of her meal and put her disgusting bare feet up on an empty chair across from her, about six inches away from the diners at the next table. YUCK!!
    If anyone knows this lady (middle aged, dark hair), they might want to let her know that is NOT how you behave when you're out in a restaurant!!

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