hem, um, it's like, well, um. Okay, I'm stammering because I can't get over the breathtaking vistas and atmosphere at the Beach House. When I think of beach houses I think of ramshackle (I can't believe that that's a word), cobbled together, peeling-paint white wind suckers: not so with this 1912-built, airy and beautiful spot. Looking out at the Ocean and back at the city from the blithe confines (though, not the least bit confining) of the patio, or candle-light gazing in the elegant interior, the Beach House is one of the best pressed-suit romantic dinner destinations in the country (yes, I said (wrote) it).

Expensive though not second-mortgage expensive, the Beach House trades in contempo carn fare of the land, sea, and air variety (okay, I know that those are the only possible varieties, get off of my back, I'm ambiance stoned). The Beach House has brunch, lunch and dinner menus, all aesthetically and gastronomically captivating. I apologize for the effusion, but I am in the beginning can't-wait-for-a-phone-call throes of love with this dine fine joint.