This was our third MSC Yacht Club sailing, and after the first two I’d stopped reading the menus. I knew what was on them. I could have given you the broad strokes in the elevator.
So when we boarded MSC Seashore for four nights out of Port Canaveral, my expectations for the restaurant sat where they had sat for years. Lovely room. Attentive service. Food a modest step above the main dining room, which is a compliment with a ceiling on it.
For our welcome aboard lunch I ordered the Grilled Tournedos, Périgueux Sauce. Same dish I’d ordered for my first lunch on each of the previous two Yacht Club sailings. I knew exactly what was coming.
Except I didn’t.
Both previous times, the tournedos arrived as two small steaks. This time it was one large filet, cooked perfectly, topped with shaved truffle, with roasted rosemary potatoes, asparagus and buttered carrots alongside. It rivaled steaks I’ve eaten in the specialty steakhouses aboard other ships — the ones with a cover charge and a reservation you make on embarkation day.
Same line on the menu. Different plate entirely.
Same dishes. Different kitchen.
Nothing on paper had changed.
No new culinary concept. No press release about a reimagined restaurant. No chef paraded through the dining room in a toque. I recognized the dishes, because I’d eaten most of them before.
They just showed up better. The presentation, the quality and the flavor had all moved, and they moved together.
The beef tartare is a good example. The dinner menu describes it as minced beef tenderloin with gherkins, capers, quail egg, sour cream, mustard and shallots. What arrived was a neat round under capers and herbs, with sauces dotted around the rim of the plate. Somebody spent real time on it. A kitchen cooking for a dining room this small has always had that time. On this sailing, it used it.
The Lobster Bauletti was the best pasta course I’ve had on an MSC ship. The menu describes it as ravioli filled with lobster, with Roma tomato, fiordilatte and marjoram. I’d have happily paid a cover charge for it, which is roughly the whole point of this article.
Hot enough to be a minor inconvenience
Food temperature is the least glamorous thing you can write about in a restaurant review, and one of the most honest tells of how a kitchen is being run.
Nothing arrived lukewarm. Plates came out hot — occasionally hot enough that we had to let them sit and blow on them like impatient children. Nobody got burned. Nobody complained either.
I’ll take that problem every time.
The cheese trolley defeated me
The International Cheese Selection sits on a trolley in the dining room. You can walk over and look at it, which I did. You don’t build your own plate from it, though. You order the cheese and a plate arrives already made up.
I loved it. I also could not finish it, and I need you to understand what an admission that is.
I am a man who has spent his entire adult life wanting more cheese than I’ve been given. Restaurants have disappointed me on this specific point for decades. Then a Yacht Club server put down a plate I hadn’t portioned, hadn’t negotiated, and hadn’t asked to be that large — and beat me.
The tiramisù is on the dessert menu every night, and it’s excellent. The chocolate soufflé takes fifteen extra minutes, which is what a soufflé is supposed to take. Order it when you order your main and let the rest of dinner happen around it.
From “a nice benefit” to a reason to book
My honest advice has run like this: book Yacht Club for the private spaces, the quiet, and the service. Treat the restaurant as a pleasant extra.
I’m revising that.
Book it for the private spaces, the quiet, the service — and, on Seashore, the restaurant. Eat there before you commit to a week of specialty reservations.
You’re paying for exclusivity — the private restaurant, the private deck, the small room, the ratio of crew to guests. The service has always delivered on that. The food, honestly, hadn’t. A private dining room serving a fraction of the ship’s passengers ought to cook like it, and on my first two sailings it cooked like a slightly better main dining room.
On this sailing the kitchen caught up to everything else you’re buying.
I’m not claiming every dish would beat every specialty restaurant at sea. That’s a bigger claim than four nights can support. What I’m saying is that for the first time, the comparison felt fair.
That matters if you’re weighing whether the Yacht Club upgrade is worth the money. The private spaces and the service were always on the ledger. On this ship, the restaurant earned a line of its own.
Ocean Cay: two lunches, two menus, one redeemed lobster roll
Our itinerary included an overnight at Ocean Cay MSC Marine Reserve, which meant two lunches at Ocean House, the Yacht Club restaurant on the island. Most of the tables are outside. There’s an indoor room with the bar and air conditioning, which on a Bahamian afternoon is not nothing.
I assumed we’d see the same menu twice. Cruise lines are fond of a repeat.
The second day’s menu was different. Not tweaked — different.
The bigger surprise was the lobster roll. The first time I ordered one at Ocean House, it was a genuine disappointment. This time it came loaded with real lump lobster on a toasted roll with crispy onion and fries, and it was very tasty. Completely redeemed.
The Shrimp and Conch Fritters were the other standout. My wife had the grilled rock shrimp salad and really enjoyed it.
We preferred the first day’s food, but both lunches were good. If your sailing overnights there, don’t assume one lunch has shown you everything Ocean House does.
The people carrying the plates
I’d be telling you half the story if I stopped at the food.
Lilly
Alen
Kaith
Magic Paul
Lilly, from Kenya, is a server assistant. She looked after our drinks at dinner twice and at breakfast by the Yacht Club pool twice. My wife formed a special bond with her and sought her out each day. When a crew member becomes someone you look forward to seeing on vacation, that’s past good service and into something else.
Alen, from Honduras, served us on Ocean Cay and once in the restaurant. He was funny, and he kept us laughing both times.
Kaith, from the Philippines, served us on our final night. He was very nice, and we had a great conversation.
And then there was Paul.
Paul is a server assistant. Paul also performs close-up magic.
Those are two jobs I had never thought to put together.
He did an amazing close-up show for us, right there at the table, while dinner service carried on around him. You board a cruise ship braced for a production show and a comedian, and instead the best thing you see all week happens at arm’s length from your water glass.
We called him Magic Paul. If he offers to show you something, say yes. Dinner can wait a minute.
A birthday cake takes the scenic route
I don’t enjoy being the center of attention.
My wife, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoys watching me squirm when I’m forced into it.
So when the servers came through the restaurant singing loudly and carrying a cake, I had one reasonable hope. Perhaps it was for somebody else.
They stopped at another table.
Excellent. Not mine.
They moved on. They stopped at another one.
Still a chance.
They kept going, table to table, singing the whole way, and my hope diminished at roughly the same rate the cake approached.
By the time they reached us, the room had turned around. My wife was enjoying my discomfort enormously.
Then the group song ended, and I thought it was over.
Frank stayed right where he was and immediately sang to me himself, while the restaurant was still watching. No transition. No mercy. No graceful exit available in any direction.
And I enjoyed it anyway. All of it.
Was this a Seashore thing or a Yacht Club thing?
One sailing can’t answer that, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.
This was our experience on MSC Seashore, measured against our previous Yacht Club cruises. Food varies between ships and between sailings. I wouldn’t promise you the same filet on a different hull.
What made this one stand out is that the improvement outlasted the first plate. It held for four nights, in the restaurant and across both Ocean House lunches.
That’s enough to change how I’ll eat on this ship. It isn’t enough to make a fleetwide claim.
Eat in the restaurant before you commit to a week of specialty reservations.
If you’ve written off Yacht Club dining as merely nice enough — and I had — eat in the restaurant before you commit to a week of specialty reservations. You may find you’d rather keep going back.
If your itinerary overnights at Ocean Cay, take both Ocean House lunches. The menus were different, and we were glad we went twice.
And if a server assistant named Paul offers to show you a trick, say yes.
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