This is where I encountered the Crab Cake in its ideal, platonic form. I'm sure of this because it did not allow itself to be photographed. It was cloud-like, puffy, cumulous, buttery and pure. It could have been served at Stuart Dybeck's Chinese laundry, or been a savory version of a Thiebaud painting. I wouldn't have been surprised to see Portico Quartet summon it out of thin air. As it was, I ate it. With infinite pleasure.
I ate a lot of other things there as well and recommend that you make reservations immediately. Two dinners and a brunch would be a good start. And the nice thing about Carretta's on the Gulf is there's a hotel handy (www.sandpearl.com), so you don't have to drive home between meals.
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