As long as you’re not snotty, you can enjoy dining on the Cape. I’m down there at least once a month, sometimes twice, baling hay and picking cotton, and sometimes a man needs what to eat. No rental, no house, no stove leads to dining out.
In Hyannis, The Egg and I, has a pleasant staff and is true to its name. Dunk’s has two outposts in town, at least, and, barristas be damned, this is good, strong, fresh coffee.
More to the point are:
The Wicked Oyster, in Wellfleet, is by far the best lunch place around. Terrific salads, eponymous dishes, juicy burgers, etc. Kind of a stodgy crowd that seems full of itself–Can you blame ’em? They did invent the wheel, right?–but the food compensates for the suffocating atmosphere. A good bet is to eat at the bar where locals, who look like contractors with their molls, dine well after having jacked up prices on that must-do renovation.
Terra Luna, in Truro, has a very pleasant staff serving decent plates of local stuff like oysters and cod. Why, for $140, you can enjoy a dinner of two app’s, two entrees, and two glasses of wine. One entree was penne with some kind of cockamamie vodka tomato sauce that arrived to the table this side of room temperature.
In Provincetown, one finds Joe’s, which is a great bakery, with a lively clientele and a pierced, artfully decorated, skin-wise, staff whose aw-shucks demeanor contrasts well with their appearances. We’re talkin’ great croissants.
One also has in P-town the latest branch of Ten Tables: Delicious food, first-rate, served haphazardly in a lovely, old house. This is a good kitchen.
Pop-up: At Adrian’s, inside a funky motel, you’ve got Will Gilson helming. Folks, this is the best restaurant in the region. Chef is from Garden in the Cellar, out of Cambridge, MA, and finesse is evident in the halibut, plating, and restraint. Too bad it’s just a summer fling.