The Phoenix in Seaford has closed. The restaurant, decorated in stark red and black, was named for a mythical bird that cyclically dies and is reborn from its own ashes.
Indeed, the place started life as a fireball, earning a three-star review in 2012 for its inventive repertoire dominated by small plates. Although subsequent chef changes and inconsistencies resulted in a fall from glory, I still recall the restaurant’s spicy peanut soup that unleashed “a rapid-fire explosion of flavor” and delectable seared scallops with rice cakes.
What will rise from the Phoenix's ashes remains to be seen.