I suppose it's a good thing I don't have a rule against eating at places with punny names, or we wouldn't have gone to ICM... otherwise known as, really, the "International C Food Market".
Actually, come to think of it, can I even dignify the name of this joint by calling it a pun? It's a pretty weak one, I guess.
To the point. Sometimes, when you're traveling, especially as a group of 6 people, it's a good idea to find a place with a comfy menu that's not crazy, or challenging, or ridiculously expensive. Somewhere that just serves solid food. And that's the role ICM Restaurant played for the six of us - Logan's mother, father, and brother, our nephew, and us two Bootsies.
I ordered a local beer to start. It was pretty chilly outside, even though it was July, and the hoppy IPA was welcome.
And then Logan and I made the rest of his family eat a couple surprisingly large appetizers, including a big, soft potato-dough calzone filled with seafood in a cream sauce. So glad we were sharing this giant, rich puff!
We also ordered a half-dozen enormously plump, subtly briny raw oysters.
For my actual lunch, I wanted a novelty size spread of seafood. So I demanded that Logan share with me, and between the two of us we ordered three things.
(I see food and eat it after the jump.)