When we were in Provincetown last weekend, it poured all afternoon Saturday. Apparently Boston only got hit with a glancing blow, but out on the Cape it was a full-on thunderstorm. We rode it out for a while in a bar, but when the rain showed no signs of stopping, Yue and I parted ways with our friends to go back to our respective guest houses to rest up, and agreed to meet up again later that evening for dinner. We had made reservations at our friends’ favorite place in Provincetown: Pepe’s Wharf. Though the rain hadn’t let up by the time our reservation rolled around, we braved the storm (for the three hundred or so feet from our front door to Pepe’s) for a relaxed evening of elevated seafood fare.
We had already been to Pepe’s on Friday night for drinks, and the view from the bar is incredible. Situated on their second level, it looks out over Provincetown harbor (like most restaurants do, admittedly), and has a small standing-room-only area behind the bar for those who want to take their drinks en plen air. The dining room itself is on the lower level, decorated in the soft blues and whites that so many of Provincetown’s resident artists use in their paintings.
The menu is, naturally, heavy on the seafood. We started off with an order of oysters Rockafeller, which I had never tried before. The oysters are baked with a mixture of spinach and Parmesan cheese, making a light and flaky crust on top. The texture and taste were a far cry from the salty, slippery oysters I’m used to, but it was certainly a welcome change.
Yue continued her weekend-long lobster binge with a lobster pizza. It was good, naturally, but pretty heavy, and being the thoughtful boyfriend that I am, I kindly offered to help her with it when it became clear it was too much for her to eat on her own. I opted for a seafood puttanesca, a sort of frutti di mare with local scallops, mussells and shrimp all tossed into a spaghetti and served with a slightly spicy tomato and olive sauce. The portion size was just the right size to fill up without leaving me feeling overstuffed.
By the time we had finished our meals, the rain had cleared up, so we retired to the upstairs bar for a round of drinks, and to watch the lightning flash over the Cape as the storm moved on.