Karen-McCormick and Schmick's has a lovely
view, a truly gorgeous glittering
waterscape that rivals The Hampton,s cityscape for best view in
a Baltimore
restaurant. So the trip is worthwhile if just for the ambiance
of water
water everywhere and a classy décor in between. However,
if your fishy
appetite craves for more than just a wide variety of the creatures
from Mahi
Mahi to Bass, you might be a little disappointed. Paul and I came
with high
expectations for McCormick's, maybe just because we expected their
boatloads
of leftover spice to make for a well-rounded meal. But for the
food we got,
which was admittedly a small sampling of their menu, the courses
were just
adequate for the price, without any real surprise or flair.
That trend showed itself right at the start in a heel of sourdough
bread we
were given. Sufficient? Yes. Ample? Yes. But for a restaurant
of that
caliber, nothing to write home about. Our raw oysters were likewise
pretty
good, although at more than a dollar a piece somehow I expected
more. The
slippery little devils, intricate display and impressively scrubbed
shells
looked nearly untouched after we downed them one by one.
I got a $9 Black Bass lunch entrée, which our waiter none-so-subtly
hinted
would not be as good as the $20 Chilean variety also on the menu.
That I
have to hope for, because the lump of fish covered with thin,
dark crumbling
was rather dry and a little uneventful. Buttery veggies and a
bland rice
pilaf accompanied as well as a liquidy sauce-in-a-cup which stung
with hot
spice and coriander.
Simpler though it was, I preferred Paul's choice (there's a big
surprise!)
of a fried cod sandwich, which was light and flaky with a raised
battery
layer. The french fries accompanying were something of a different
kind,
however"long, just chewy enough, and zinging with spices,
I had to refrain
from making sorrowful comparisons to my rice pilaf.
Our dessert, we were warned again by the caring waiter, is sometimes
not
sweet enough to peoples, taste. We got a mass of berries mixed
together
somewhat like a pie, but covered in a thick sugary baked dough
and a scoop
of ice cream. With the ice cream the mix produced the desired
creamy fruity
taste with the backbone of pastry, but its rather impressive looks
made me
at least overshoot expectations.
I might give McCormick and Schmick,s another try, particularly
at their
happy hour in which you get to taste many different food items
for about $2
and the cost of two drinks. But until then, I think we might be
better
served taking lunch over in a picnic to McCormick,s sidewalk when
it gets
warm.