There is a reason I cringe when the drive to the other side of the bay is discussed. Crossing over the Howard Franklin Bridge and into the far away lands of St. Petersburg is quite the frustrating traffic trek. Continuing onward to either St. Pete’s delightful (and tasty) downtown or over to the beautiful white sand Gulf beaches is even more bothersome. Yet, as a lover of Tampa’s cooler next-door neighbor, I can’t seem to resist the painfully annoying hour drive.
My beau ordered the Florentine Scramble Crepe. I agree with the menu description: “Wow.” I will be ordering this next time I am there. Stuffed with fluffy scrambled eggs, ham, tomatoes, and loads of fresh spinach, this enormous crepe was also topped with a creamy lemon basil butter sauce. I had food envy. Chris picked a winner. Rich without causing a tummy ache, it was absolutely stellar.
My brother ordered the Blue Crab Benedict. Normally, I feel that restaurants destroy the classically delicious poached egg and muffin dish. Too often the poached eggs are overdone and the English muffins are toasted for five seconds. For this reason, I often avoid ordering it. This was not the case at Steam. The poached egg spewed bright yellow yolk into the crispy crevasses of the toasted muffin. The hollandaise was as lemony as it was buttery. The fresh blue crab was generously piled on the muffins. This Benedict was done right. My only complaint…with blue crab versus a way more luscious lump crab, the $15 price tag was a bit steep.
My brother's girlfriend also ordered a crepe. Smart girl. Steam has got this French pancake thing down. The Spinach, artichoke and Goat cheese crepe was divine. Packed tight with fresh veggies, pungently rich goat cheese and topped with Hollandaise, it was a mouth-watering morning indulgence. Just when I thought breakfast at Steam couldn’t get better than Chris’ crepe selection, it suddenly did. With one bite of Sloan’s crepe, I was officially in food paradise.
A family owned and operated restaurant, Steam has been open since April 2011. With my one visit, it is rather apparent that these restaurateurs know exactly what they are doing. With live music on the regular, a full espresso bar, a friendly staff and quality delicious dishes, this joint has got what it takes to make it. Just four months after their initial opening, they branched out and began a nighttime affair with the name: “Chill,” where Spanish tapas are deemed heavenly. Appropriately named “Steam and Chill,” it is a place for wining, dining and relaxing.