Freeport gets a lot of hate for “having nothing to do,” but honestly? That narrative is tired. If you know where to look, the city is quietly serving experiences that feel straight out of a European summer—and my recent night at Flying Fish was proof.

Hosted by Tim and Rebecca Tibbitts with special guests Charles and Amelie Sparr of Sparr Wines in Alsace, France, the evening was giving luxury, energy, and elite tastebuds only. It started with gougères—warm, fluffy French cheese puffs that were crispy on the outside and soft, cheesy clouds on the inside. Dangerous, because I could’ve easily eaten that entire tray.

Then came the wahoo crudo—fresh, citrusy, and melt-in-your-mouth—paired with a crisp Pinot Blanc bursting with green apple and delicate floral notes. Next up, lobster medallions bathed in nutty brown butter with roasted cauliflower, paired with a Riesling that was slightly sweet, honey-kissed, and honestly unforgettable.

The roasted Cornish hen followed, tender and deeply savory, resting on earthy mushrooms and sweet pearl onions. Paired with a silky Pinot Gris layered with ripe pear and warm spice, it was comforting, rich, and effortlessly elegant.

But the duck breast finale? That was the mic drop. Juicy, flavorful, and paired with a velvety Pinot Noir full of dark cherry and berry notes, it was easily the star of the night.

Freeport isn’t boring—you’re just not outside. And trust, experiences like this are worth every sip.