The Marine Room

You sit inches from the Pacific, candlelight trimming every cheek and plate as swell hammers the rocks and the windows fog with salt. The Marine Room trades in dramatics. Plates arrive like statements. Ahi tuna, glossy and raw in the center, tastes of clean ocean and fire. Seared scallops give you a singed crust and a pillow of sweetness inside. There is Japanese A5 Wagyu, thick and indulgent, too elegant to rush. Cocktails are balanced, sometimes playful, sometimes medicinal. Service is practiced, anticipatory, not fussy. People come for anniversaries, proposals, the sort of nights you schedule months ahead. It will take your wallet and give you a memory in return. Ask for a window table on a king tide and you may watch the surf climb the panes.