Wharf Pub and Restaurant provided me with exactly what I needed; a relaxed setting, good music, friendly staff and some great fish and chips. The food here was very good but not overthought with large (for me) portions and attractive plating’s that really make you want to dig right in. The beer list was massive, loaded with local beers from RI, MA and VT, and left me feeling a bit lost. However our waitress was more than ready to make a suggestion that proved enjoyable throughout the evening.
Sam Adams “Grumpy Monk”, a Belgium inspired IPA, I was all set for a night on the wharf.
Another dish of considerable note was the pork shoulder mac and cheese. You can’t eat like this often, but when on vacation (or for once in a blue moon), you must treat yourself to a dish like this. As if the pork shoulder and mac and cheese weren’t enough, a pile of batter-fried onions resided on top, to truly cap off your hedonistic wet dreams. It was plated beautifully in a cast iron pan, giving it the perfect rustic appeal. As a lover of an occasional Cassoulet, this dish rang all the right bells.
Moving on with our evening, we found ourselves at a bar, grill and lounge named, The Fifth Element. Having just finished with the satiating cuisine at The Wharf Pub, I wasn’t in a mood to eat. However, what I did find at the Fifth Element, were a number of great whiskies to choose from.
Glenmorangie Signet (having come highly recommended by a friend), yet I never pulled the trigger. Imagine how happy I was to see a bottle residing at the bar in the Fifth Element. It was a beautiful glass of Scotch: undeniably rich and spicy, with smooth warm wood tones, espresso, a hint of citrus and dark chocolate. It literally danced on the palate, with a finish that seemed to go on and on. I will be buying a bottle. From there I moved on to a glass of the 15-year Yoichi, again a whisky that I’ve heard a lot of about but haven’t tasted. It was gorgeous, holding it’s own, but hard to follow the Signet. There was a big part of me that loved it, for being “correct”, but not unique or inspiriting. I found myself using the word soulless, which was truly too harsh. The fact is, I enjoyed it and would never turn down glass—I guess I just wanted my first Japanese whisky to be an ah-ha moment.
So ended my first night in Newport, I can’t imagine a better way to have spent it.