We had a fabulous three days at Sanderling. Can't wait to return!
Last week I visited the Sanderling Resort in Duck, North Carolina, and had dinner in Kimball’s Kitchen, their onsite stylish (but not stuffy) revamped fine dining restaurant with stunning views of the Currituck Sound in the Outer Banks. And, of course, we started our meal with oysters. The menu featured four selections from Virginia, and we sampled them all. Our collective comments: Rappahannock, Topping, VA: Mild. Sweet. Slight salty finish. Muted. Minerally. (My personal fave.) Mobjack Bay, Gloucester, VA: Tidal, minerally, saline. Lots of character. Check out these elongated shells! Sewansecott: The "house" oyster. Sweet. Not as much body as Mobjacks. Quick finish. Lynnhaven, Virginia Beach, VA: Bland. A bit watery. Our least favorite. A selection of mignonettes including traditional, marinated cucumber, pickled watermelon and chili vinegar (for those who like them) was served in bright and cheery in orange glass bowls. As the sun set, also orange, and dreamy, we toasted the end of the day and our tasty Virginia oysters before ordering the rest of our meal. The restaurant is open Tuesdays through Saturdays from May 1, 2014- October 26, 2014. Kimball's Kitchen will also be open Sunday, May 25, July 6 and August 31 over the holiday weekends. Download the full menu here.
We had a fabulous three days at Sanderling. Can't wait to return!
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Made an overnight stop May 1st in Richmond, Virginia—on my South-to-North yearly migration—for the sole purpose of checking out Rappahannock, the farm-to-table restaurant serving (what else?) Rappahannock River Oysters. Virginia native and fellow oyster lover Dabney Oakley joined my driving pal and chief navigator Sterling Mulbry and me at the table. In fact, Dabney is the person who told me about this restaurant—via Facebook—and this was our first live in-person meeting. (One of many I hope. Take that, you FB naysayers…!) On the menu that eve: four varieties of oysters, all farmed in Virginia. Our informative waiter, Craig, explained the geography of the oysters on our plate, from those most inland to nearest to the sea. Basically, the further inland from the waters of the bay the oysters are farmed, the less salty they are. Clockwise from lower right, in above photo: First up: Rappahannock River Oysters. “Tiny little things,” say my notes. These deep cupped bivalves were farmed in Topping, the most inland of the bunch. Sweet, very mild with just the slightest hint of salt, they’d make a good “beginner oyster,” sure to please a cautious palate. Second: Stingrays, grown in Ware Neck in the pristine waters of Mobjack Bay. A balance of sweet and briny, with a crisp finish, these were my faves and I ordered more. Third: York River Oysters, farmed in—take a wild guess—the York River, a tributary off Chesapeake Bay. Moderate salt with a sweet finish. No complaints. Fourth: Olde Salts. Grown off the coast of Chincoteague Island. (Rappahannock peeps: Do you really need that last “e” on old?) These were said to be the briniest—usually my faves—and they were indeed tasty with a clean finish, though not nearly as salty as those on Olde Cape Cod. Salty or not, my heart that eve belonged to the Stingrays. (Named after the Bay oyster's chief predator.) In fact, one of the Stingrays in my second batch had significant sized babies growing on the shell, large enough for me to whip out my trusty oyster knife, designed by Canadian oyster shucking champ and Toronto restaurateur Patrick McMurray, and slurp a couple of bonus bivalves. Rappahannock River Oysters is a family affair, owned by cousins Ryan and Travis Croxton whose great-grandfather, James Arthur Croxton, Jr., started the company in 1899. They have two other venues I’d like to make a detour to: The Rappahannock Oyster Bar in Washington, D.C., and Merroir, a “tasting room,” on the banks of the Rappahannock River overlooking where they grow their oysters in Topping. So many oysters, so little time!
RAPPAHANNOCK, 320 East Grace St., Richmond, VA, 804-545-0565 |
Necee Regis
I grew up spending part of every summer in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, which included eating many oysters. After stumbling into an oyster shucking competition in Miami Beach in 2006, I’ve become a fan of the sport and have written about local, national, and international competitions for the Boston Globe, Los Angeles Times, American Way Magazine, and the Huffington Post. I've also written oyster-centric stories for Rustik and Modern Farmer. I’ve never met an oyster I didn’t want to eat. Archives
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