It took me well over three decades to get my head around the idea of fish tacos. Once I did, however, there was no looking back, and if they’re on the menu, I have a hard time saying no. And when they’re on the menu of a restaurant like MC Perkins, right on the coast of Maine, they’re going to be very good indeed. Though I’ve already completed the OGT posts for our most recent trip, this particular beauty is worth another look.
The colors, the freshness of the ingredients, the collision of taste and texture – they all come together in one amazing pocket of ground-flour goodness. I don’t know why I was so resistant –being land-locked might have something to do with it. Had I been fortunate enough to live on the shore, fish tacos would have been part of my formative lexicon.
I finished the three seen here in a few ravenous bites, and while we’re on the subject of food, here are a couple of shots of Andy and me at our last dinner in Ogunquit.
Yes, I miss the seafood already.
I miss Ogunquit too, and all that it means to us.
Luckily, there’s only a summer until our next visit, and no one is rushing it.
