By Lori Midson
By Cafe Society
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By Lori Midson
By Mark Antonation
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Having a potentially fatal food allergy and trying a new restaurant is a little like jumping into a one-night stand of unprotected sex: You have to have faith that someone you know nothing about is telling you the truth.
My poison: dill in any form. Since it shuts down my respiratory system like a Vulcan death grip, I've come to learn the dishes most likely to contain it and avoid them like the plague. (For me, dill is about as deadly.) Fortunately, dill is one of the more conspicuous herbs, and I can usually spot it long before I raise my fork--not only is it generally visible, but its scent is deeply embedded in my memory. Making the identification process even easier is the fact that 90 percent of the time, restaurant menus list dill as an ingredient, probably because it is one that many people don't like. The system isn't always foolproof, however. My most recent run-in came five years ago, when I was on deadline at a daily newspaper. I ate stromboli--from the same restaurant I'd eaten stromboli at a million times--and quickly turned bright red as my throat began to close up. Minutes later, when I was at the hospital being pumped full of Adrenalin, a doctor called the res-taurant. "Oops," they said. Turned out the dill was right next to the parsley on the prep table in the kitchen.
Although dill works particularly well with fish, especially salmon, I'm almost always able to avoid the herb's unexpected appearance by grilling a waitstaffer. So I thought I could safely venture into Ocean Grill, a little eatery with a small menu to match that shares a Greenwood Village strip mall with Bourbon Street Pizzabar & Grill.
5117 S. Yosemite St.
Englewood, CO 80111
Category: Bars and Clubs
Region: Southeast Denver Suburbs
Imagine my joy, then, when an order of fish and chips ($10.95) at Ocean Grill turned up covered with dill. I have never seen dill on fish and chips--in the tartar sauce, yes, but not on the fish itself--yet here it was. And not just a sprinkling, either: This was fish and chips and dill. I pushed the plate over to my husband and said, "You'll have to eat this, and I'll eat yours." But his seabass ($13.95) was covered with the stuff, too. So I sent the fish and chips back and asked the waitress if the kitchen normally uses so much dill. "Oh, it's on a lot of things," she said. "The chef really likes it."
Well, if the chef thought everything needed dill, I felt obligated to try it his way. So I had a talk with the doc, who prescribed a large dose of an antihistamine and told me to take along an Epinephrin pen (an Adrenalin shot that reverses allergic reactions) just to be safe. Thus armed, I returned to face the enemy. I'm talking dill here, not Ocean Grill. Actually, we'd been fairly pleased with our second round of fish and chips--the crispy batter was light and non-greasy, and the fish inside was juicy and flaky. And while the seabass was a smallish portion for the price, it was nicely grilled and obviously fresh.
This time, we knew we'd be adding dill to the lineup. But we never dreamed just how much dill. For starters, the shrimp and calamari kabob ($7.95) appetizer brought a skewer of beautifully grilled black tiger shrimp and squid cubes--abundantly dusted with dill and accompanied by two delicious dipping sauces, one a Russian type seasoned with dill and the other a cocktail-sauce variation not seasoned with dill. Being big squid fans, we also took on the regular calamari ($6.95), splendidly chewy strips fried in a thin batter and then, of course, sprinkled with dill. The otherwise excellent Maryland-style crab cakes ($7.95) also featured copious amounts of unnecessary dill; each cake had been fried until its exterior was golden and crumbly, and the interior was full of soft chunks of high-quality crab. Only the top-notch clam chowder ($2.50) was free from the evil weed: The soup had a thick, creamy consistency, with plenty of clam shreds, just enough tender-but-not-pasty potatoes--and nary a sign of dill.
The herb made a reappearance, though, on the sauteed sea scallops ($15.95). The lackluster scallops--one of the few seafood items on the menu that aren't grilled and probably should be--were blanketed with dill, but its taste didn't obscure the mollusks' watery blandness, and there was no hint of the promised lemon-garlic sauce. Surprisingly, the basmati saffron wild rice under the scallops was wonderful, flavored with a sort of salsa of onions, tomatoes and cucumbers and a decent amount of saffron. The rice's billing, however, made no sense: Wild rice isn't really rice at all; it's the long, thin, dark-brown marsh grass you find in so-called wild-rice mixes. This was simply basmati rice, which isn't harvested wild--so who knows what the kitchen meant here.
We noticed some other lapses. While bread was mentioned on the menu, we never received any; and although homemade coleslaw and fresh market vegetables were promised with each entree, the scallops came with neither. The Florida swordfish ($14.95) was accompanied by no coleslaw, steamed broccoli, more of the oddly named rice and, yes, dill, which provided the only flavor this fish had. The swordfish was dried out from overcooking and utterly tasteless; this time we didn't mind the too-small-for-the-price portion.