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Breakfast is Served…again

Last week, Steve and Kelly Salah closed the front door of Rockport’s Red Skiff for the last time.  The last time until its reopening under new ownership this morning, that is.  As I drove by at 7:30 last night I found new owner, Talia Khan-Bettencourt, and some others busy at work preparing for today.  With a new sign hung by the door, that only remained closed for a mere ten days, comes the promise of more meals, mug ups, and memories.


The Red Skiff: Hot Pastrami!

Pastrami on rye is one of my favorite sanwiches. Maybe I was mixed up in the nursery and I am really Jewish but a New York Deli and a hot pastrami sandwich is right up there with a lobster roll, hold the celery. But a bad pastrami is such a bummer I don’t often order it unless I am in lower Manhattan.

But the Red Skiff in Rockport had a grilled Hot Pastrami on the specials board and took a chance.

The rye was grilled and that was what pushed this sandwich over the top into greatness. Since the Red Skiff has the tastiest french fries in Rockport I could only eat half of this since I had to eat all the fries. But the second half cold for dinner was pretty good.

Red Skiff Eggs Benedict with hash

My daughter wants to see every sunrise but I slipped up this morning and was out there at 6:15 AM and even though I would call it rising in her book it was way too late. To console her we all went to The Red Skiff for breakfast. A rock throw from the lighthouse in the middle of the street (OK locals tell me the name of it).

To do my cub reporting correctly I had the special listed at the top of the whiteboard. Eggs Benedict with hash. I think it was red hash.

[Expletive deleted], [Expletive deleted] my goodness this was good. From bottom to top, English muffin, soft but still with a crispy top, the hash, rich and no diet reduction working here, on that a perfect poached egg, not runny but it was just a few seconds before it was pulled, then a remarkable Benedict sauce on top.

After the first bite I said: “self, if you eat this and the home fries you are going to regret it. Do not touch them. (I listened to myself and the home fries went doggy bagging home to a late sleeper who enjoyed them)

But back to breakfast. I did not share, I wanted it all. The hash was amazing. I don’t want to argue about who has better hash. Two Sisters is in the running. But when you layer all these good things and keep the crunch in the top of the english muffin while everything else is going all gooey this was a good start to the day.

I was purchasing ping pong balls at Cracker Jacks an hour later. Trying to find change I mentioned that, oh, don’t have the quarter since I put it in the meter in front of the Red Skiff this morning and then we get to talking about hash and how she doesn’t like hash because as a kid it was not so good. I felt the same way my entire life until a few years ago. Hash when you were a kid was terrible. Your parents were making a cheap meal made of leftovers and a potato. I think I may have convinced her to try hash again for the first time.

I used to hate peas for the same reason. Seven kids and mom plates canned peas in front of you they were terrible. Now one of my favorite foods just poking out of the garden this week.

Update: Peeps III coming, Art has Revenge, they are back at Shaws.
I missed my 2PM deadline because of kayaking to Pigeon Cove before the big black cloud arrived. But I have Homie pics from that.