The restaurant’s name roughly translate to “High sea by the Small cat”. It’s mostly a seafood restaurant looking over the coast of Concon, Vina del mar. Chilean flags stand tall on their patio, waving the country’s pride.
The plate that struck me the most when dining there was their Manchas gratinadas. If I remember correctly, the oyster or mussel name in this plate translate to “tongue”. I just have the word lengua popping out of my head.
Now, if you’re not a fan of oysters, fear not. Looking at it from afar, you may assume the meat would be soft, and heavily oiled from the melted butter. Therefore when swallowed, you expect a slug sliding down your throat. Right? However this oyster’s meat is firmer and chewy. The melted butter is incorporated with cream and savored with garlic. The parmesan cheese finishes it off with a slight tasty sour flavour. With each bite, the oyster’s meat melts on your tongue and you can’t get enough of it until you devour the whole plate.
Because Chile is a south coast-lined country, their fish market is on a whole other level than the North American’s. The menu of this restaurant is brimmed with all sorts of seafood. Of all the fishes they offered, I went for a familiar dish: Salmon. How exciting. I know.
Now, the shock I had when I received my plate was the size of the cut. It was a thick piece with a stronger hint of the ocean aroma. It was so rich with flavour that it was hard to believe I was actually eating Salmon. In the end, it was a simple yet very delicious meal.
Their deck offered a view of the city’s coast filled with ports and fisherman’s boats. We couldn’t eat outside because of the chilly maritime winds. But we did admire the sea.
There were plenty kinds of sea birds scurrying above the shores. Even at the other end of the american continent, seagulls share the same purpose to scavenge any drop of food left behind. Pelicans lazing about on large rocks, minding their own business.
Then there’s these birds flying ninja-fast and doing group acrobatics as if they were performing for us. I ignore what they’re called, but my Google search narrowed it down to a storm petrel?